This is my good friend Kendall. This morning, I found K playing his guitar on the balcony of our building. In our pajamas, with nothing but that guitar and the brisk chilliness of a sun just starting to wake up, (this day COULD turn out to be warm, the high is almost 70) we talked for a good hour and a half about every random subject we could think of. He had never heard the infamous "moving to STG" story and I had never heard his "Kendall was a rebel until the 11th grade" story. It was a great morning, and a relaxing way to start off finals. A good memory with a good friend. Love ya K.