To the man who carried me up a flight of steps at 13 years old to meet my idols, No Doubt, thank you.
To the man who walked me to the Metro countless times after my shift to make sure I got home safe, thank you.
To the man who stood behind me while I got yelled at through the box office window from a patron, then made me laugh it off, thank you.
To the man who carried me down a flight of steps to the Backbar at 23 years old after a few too many stellas and jamesons, thank you.
To the man who let me interview him for a college exam, then who scolded me when I got a B- because, "I'm 'A' material," thank you.
I'll never have another friend like you who looked at the world with such thoughtfulness, meaning and non-judgment. Thank you for just being you. You will always be missed, Josh.
