So I read this, not even thinking I’d see my name at the end, just because it’s you and I love your writing. And then you go and outdo yourself, writing one of my favorite things on Earth, about someone (you) who’s becoming one of my favorite people on Earth. You are a fucking gift. We do not deserve you. You’re a radiant talent, and the shout-out was one helluva surprise ending. Damn, Alex. Love from the States.