Curt

Oh. Right. Duh. I almost forgot. You’re wondering what the hell this countdown timer is for.

Your groomsmen gift, that’s how!

^{Extra gift if one of you gets that reference} – ^{comment below!}

I wanted something for you guys that’s quality. I don’t earn that much, though, and before the wedding I want to make sure I can pay for the celebration stuff.

Soooo! I decided I’d do both: a gift ^{(a little delayed)} and a sappy, nostalgic, personalized webpage.

My longest, closest, most similar friend.

Curtis was born sometime between the reign of Reagan and the boss, Bush senior. He had an upbringing common to American children. He hunted boar in the forest, tortured his friends with birdshot, and replicated the weapons of galactic, gun-for-hire mercs.

With three siblings, Curtis was left to carve a hole for himself in the overcrowded hearts of his warm, loving parents. His go-to method was covertly training his demon-spawn parakeet to shout “RRRREEEEEEEEEE” at the highest volume possible. While in front of his parents, Curtis would beseech his friends not to whistle lest the bird pick up bad habits. Curtis is nefarious.

Eventually graduating magnum cum loud from some middle of the road Southern California high school, Curtis began his secret society of evil villains that is still so secrety to this day that it’s existence is hotly debated among academics.

You’ve been my dearest friend, Curt. You and Phillip were, for so long, my only real friends. KJ was in there, too, but not quite as close.

It was because of you two that I realized how picky I am with friends. I’d say, here in ABQ, I have one friend – excluding Eli.

I’m very picky, but you were a no-brainer. Always. I don’t know why exactly, but I think we’re very similar, you and I. Had I never left Murrieta I would be even more similar to you than I am now.

For other people’s pages I was throwing up shared memories. It doesn’t seem necessary for you. We each know the other. Despite occasional separations of literally thousands and thousands of miles, you and I have always been ready to come back together for a chill game of Halo, or just a night of eating pizza.

Speaking of, we should have such a night sooner rather than later: just movies, games, pizza, and beer. We’ll invite Kozy, too.

I have a feeling you and Kozy will have gotten along at this wedding. He always reminded me a little of you.

Here’s where things got difficult. I really got into photography my senior year of college. I had already moved away by that point so I have no pictures of you that I took.
That may not mean much to you, but to me that is criminal.

When I first started shooting, my friends were always self-conscious having a camera around them all the time. Eventually they relaxed and began to ignore me – which is exactly what I wanted. You know what everyone likes? Themselves. A little, at least. A good picture of oneself is nice.

So, I promise to get more pictures of you in the future. Those pictures will necessarily include both your kids and your family. So…be ready. Except for the wedding, everytime I visit from now on I’ll be looking at you through a viewfinder.

Also…that BEARD tho. Dude, you gotta keep a beard. It looks epic.