Remember me? We used to be best friends. We used to drink copious amounts of wine together. You used to dramatize Abba songs while I died on the floor laughing. Remember filling up on free bread to make two East Side Mario’s Thanksgiving meals out of one? « We’re on a budget. » Remember dancing on speakers and « You’re Not Alone? » Remember « I Will Always Love You? » Remember summer school? Remember BEDO? Remember Industry? Remember your nephew’s little legs? Remember how much fun we had together, all those times, all those years? We had nothing, we had everything. I miss you terribly.