But since I met Anthony Formosa April 1st has taken on a new meaning, as 4/1 is the birthday of my friend Tony. Tony is one of me best friends, a finalist for my best-man, and in some strange ways I used to feel like he was a Sicilian version of me, or I was an Irish version of him.
Entire conversations we would have while working at Hudson's were conducted in a mumbly sound-blur, understood by probably only the two of us and our roommate Ryan in the entire world. Our boss Dave would just shake his head, "I couldn't understand a single damn word..."
Happy Birthday Tony! Maybe next time I'll allot more time to this kind of entry and come up with a better anecdote...
Love you, bro.


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