Mark

I met Mark years ago. He started as an actor with our company.

 

We struck up a good friendship about two years ago when we partnered in a website dream to sell Photoshop courses.

 

We re-designed the site, watched over it like anxious parents. When things didn't work out, we re-designed it again...and again. We are currently talking about (you guessed it) re-designing it again.

 

Then he said he was moving to China. Mark has always had a "yen" for for all things Chinese. He's been there for a year. (Yeah, yeah, Mark. I know "yen" is Japanese...but...well...it's 4 in the freaking morning...geez.)

 

Mark came back to Canada for a family celebration.

 

We'd always talked about having a few bottles of Stella when he got back to town.

 

Tuesday night we did.

 

Here is my friend, Mark.

 

He tells me that he has seen every image I have posted. I ask him why he he has never said a word or made a single comment on my images...and he says he will...and then does it in Chinese.

 

That's Mark.

 

He's single. And he is one of the good guys.

 

He enjoys long walks on the beach, discussions about all kinds of sensitive crap and talking about his (and your) inner child...and is prepared to do all of the above until the Stella runs out.

 

Sheree and I are off to the Indy again today. It is "holy crap what am I doing awake?" early. We leave before the sun comes up and get home long after it's down...so I won't have much time for flickr-ing.

 

So if you're used to having me comment on your photos and haven't seen me around, that's why.

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