A long time ago, back in KC, I met this girl. During our getting-to-know-you chit-chat, I found out that she worked at Otto's Malt Shop, and told her how I'd admired a bowling ball in the bathroom of the restaurant because it happened to be engraved with my first name. I just mentioned the bowling ball in passing, and then completely forgot about it. Later that night while I was working at the record store, who should come walking in but her, with that very bowling ball, wrapped up like a gift in New Kids on the Block wrapping paper. That was the moment I knew that she was a special person, and that I should do everything in my power to stay her friend.

xox