What do you say when God looks down on you gasping for karmic breath and says "ok....ok...I will send you divine inspiration, guidance and knowledge...but it is wrapped in a huge ball of random (and before you get all wonky about huge and ball...I am speaking metaphysically-mrph!)?

That is Gwen, my second self, my best friend and the perfect morph of Tim and me put together in a human of no actual genetic connection. (We bowled together in a past life in Atlantis, however). I have known this human deity for more years than I care to count. She and I grew up similar in many ways and we also veered off our paths in VERY different ways as well. This makes Gwen the perfect person to talk me outta my tree when I am in the midst of some great panic. She gets it...I mean she REALLY gets it!

Here is the ultimate, folks...I mean she can kill with her freakin hands and yet (next to me) is the biggest marshmallow heart you can tap into. When you find yourself in times of trouble...she's got your back and the rest of the family's too! Ain't no one I want in my corner but her, thankyouverymuch...

Fondest memory, walking up to Gerald and Catherine's apartment in So Pas and hearing Bauhaus blasting through the bathroom window...Gwen was getting her head shaved...just sayin...

And then there was the piss-up to end all piss-ups in the back woods of Santa Cruz where we literally drank ourselves across the valley from dive bar to dive bar until we landed at the "Over the Hill Gang Saloon" A fitting final stop on my birthday alcohol bindge... swilling booze and hearing country western music. What can you say when you are inches from her face and she comments on how her life is like an indie movie? The only thing you can say when completely blotto.....

"We Walked with GODS Man!" and then stagger home.

Love you man!