"GOD DON'T MAKE JUNK."
Scribbled on a t-shirt with black fabric marker, draped over a thin, much too thin frame of a young bearded man with long blonde hair sitting at the top of the football stadium, reading a bible.
I must have been in 9th grade, we were at a pep rally. I had no interest in school spirit, but I was intrigued by this guy's handwritten slogan.
Thus began one of the strongest, longest, strangest, currently estranged friendships in my life.
I could write pages about the ensuing years, instead I wrote this song.
God bless you tonight old friend.