It’s not what I do, but the people I know. I can genuinely call my fellow co-workers my friends. Even those who have left, whether it be of their own free will or kicked without cause out the door, I still keep in contact with them. We all do. It’s because we’re all friends, and we will remain friends until the heavens come crashing down.

I’m thankful for all those guys and gals. They are the ones who keep me sane… the ones who give me the drive to come into work each day. They keep me laughing. The keep me grounded.

Conversation with a smidgen of food, maybe with the occasional beer, it’s all we need. The stories we have could fill up a book. Heaven forbid we ever turn our experiences into a screenplay.

Heaven forbid.

I love you all.

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