In the more than eight years since then, Jason (who some of you know as scarcrest) and I have put each other through a fair amount of hell at times. Hell, we even went a year without speaking.
But that's just the proof that you hurt the ones you care about. Jason, you have been there for me like no other person, including my own family. You have talked me down from some of the darkest moments of my life. You've put up with me hysterical, shitfaced, and incoherent -- sometimes all three at once. And while you were at it, you introduced me to Judd Winick and Homicide.
I know your friendship is more than I deserve. God bless you for it. Happy birthday, and may this be the year all your dreams come true.