I was talking to Jman a couple of days ago and we decided that you were a Kindly Southern Gentleman in a past life. That's a KSG. Four star rarity rating.

You are one of my favorite people.

We rocked the casbah. I mean, camera.

eN & Tawny are the only two people I ask for advice on art projects. There is a subtle, strong integrity and wit that comes through in eN's work.

Last week he taught me to wash. Well, to ink wash, at least. He stood over me and pushed and prodded and waited until I figured out what I was doing- and got his hands dirty in the mean time. If anyone else had tried to touch what I was working on, I probably would have kicked them, but felt totally at peace w/ eN there.

Plus, he has detachable eyebrows. I have pictures to prove it. Scary stuff.

You still owe me a print. And we need to talk about Big Sur.
Tell Miss M she talks more than anyone I know.

I saw eN angry. Once.

I heard a verbal skirmish to my right, and looked over my shoulder to the offending noise. What I saw dropped my jaw caught my breath. In eN’s seat was a vile, ghastly beast. Splattered with the black blood of its victim and snarling viciously, the thing emitted an incandescent orange glow. It’s jagged, bushy eyebrows arched in a menacing manner, belying its ferocious demeanor.

I stood in horror as it glowered and spat a pointed “fuck off” to its prey.

It was the meanest "fuck off" ever. It was the "fuck off" of the beast.

eN’s a lover, not a fighter. Don’t make him call out the beast.

So, what does one say about a best friend of ten years? He inspires me, challenges me, teaches me, and puts up with me. He's got fantastic taste in music, makes some of the world's greatest soups and marinades, and apparently has built a time machine 'cause he gets more done in one day than many people can all week. He's got more talent than any single person should be allowed, and on top of that, he's thoughtful, generous, and funny. Other than that - total pain in the ass.