It’s Nick’s Birthday!!!!

Nick and I are the same age. But he is 3 months older.

Wiser. Stronger. Faster.

I have more gray hair, but I swear he’s gonna
go bald first. Or not. He does have an amazing
head of hair.

This year we turn 27.

The 27th year is cursed.

All the greats die at 27. Jimi Hendrix, Janis Joplin,
Jim Morrison, Kurt Cobain.

Nick will not die. Not on my watch.

I’ve already hired a militia to watch him
around the clock. They are lurking, making sure
that no radios fall in his bathtub. They are there
to assist him crossing the street. They sit next to him
at dinner to ensure that he doesn’t choke on the veal
cheeks at Caprice Bistro.

They’ve even replaced all the do-dads in his medicine
cabinet with placebos.

Yes, my darling is under close watch, because 27
is going to be his year. This is the year he will
get his movie made. The year he will win a radio call in
contest. The year he will find a hundred dollar bill on
the street.

The year he will save a baby from a burning building
and get the key to the city. I see big
things for Mr. Gray. And I see things. A lot.

On the anniversary of his great birth, please celebrate
with us and tell us what you see for our dear, talented,
dashing Nick.

Love you madly, my friend.
xoxo
hil