In 1987 you were in Chicago. At a concert, of all places, with that wench, Lexi. Come on, Stefan, don’t look so surprised. Of course I checked in on you over the years. You were standing in the front row, dancing all night. You were watching Bon Jovi, and I was watching you.
These are the good moments, the simple ones, the ones that matter. These are the moments that keep me from falling apart.