You know how, when people experience one of the forces of nature, they talk about harnessing the energy, the force, for the good of humankind? Well, Spenser is one of those forces of nature and he HAS harnessed himself for the good of others. When he is planning, he plans for all those he loves. When he is caught up in imagining something, an experience, a party, a retreat, a memory or a life-long goal -- he applies everything he does, everything he thinks or dreams about, to all of those he loves. He has an astounding, seemingly limitless amount of energy, and he will use it all, spend every drop -- for others. To help others live as they desire, to fill in the gaps and hold you up till you make it through. He is the most giving, kind and thoughtful person you will ever have the privilege of meeting or knowing. His imagination is so far beyond ordinary, his lifestyle is so full and rich, that your life sparkles in the refracted light whenever you are around him. On a regular basis he conceives of and carries out the most unusual, remarkable, extraordinary projects. He is the best book you ever read, the most interesting character you ever met, the hero everyone longs to idolize. There is not a mean or cruel particle in all the wondrous qualities that combine within him. He has my undying and total affection.

Oh where to begin with such a person? What can be said that has not already been truthfully spoken? How such a dark and wondrous thing arose from the pastoral scenes of his youth is a mystery rivaling the Sphinx's and a monument to depravity. Once a devout farm boy chopping wood in the pastoral setting of his country home, or a sweet and innocent youth, head bowed in prayer whilst encircled by a righteous family, has now blossomed into an unrivaled libertine doing things with his wood you've probably never even thought of, or a drunken reprobate encircled by bowed heads of an entirely different inclination. He is a consummate professional, an impeccable host, a paragon of discerning taste and often more benevolent to his friends than he is to himself. He does all of this, and more, while "forwarding the collapse of civilization into decadence". Perhaps he should have included "with unparalleled class". But then again, he has never been vain. And the list continues...

Well, what can one say about the heinous Mr. "S". The DEVIL MAN CHILD with angelic eyes... bright blue as the heavins above yet cold and dark as hells sour earth. Brightly dark, darkly bright...charming, alluring, smooth as designer silk sheets against naked flesh. his laugh, as addictive as a junkies vice, as sweet as sin and much sweeter than reason...calling like a sirens song...leaving, abandoned, sinking, shipwreck dashed upon the rocks. And what can one call him? Angel face or Devil god? Can you call him by his name, Spencer? spens? Spensive? Will he respond with a warm smile and "hello", or extend venomous fangs like a deadly hand shake, a greeting much like that from a spitting cobra...?
WWWWHHOO CCAAANNNN SSSSSSSAAAYY..............??????????? (Spencer, of courssssssse...!!!)