Good old friends are like old shirts – you keep coming back because of the comfort they bring into your life. It doesn’t matter how bad you look or how rotten you feel, old friends don’t care. They’ve seen you through you worst. Alfred and I go waaaaaay back – like high school. He knew me when I was just skin and bones [not]. Now, skin, bones plus some slabs of fat, we still poke fun at each other’s idiosyncrasies and habits.

This is a portrait of my friend who found his soulmate in Jean. Yes, Jean – his source of strength and inspiration.

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Sometimes I just don’t know who’s more stubborn of the two. Either way, I love hanging around them [like once a year].

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