As always, I have a ridiculous number of people to thank for a ridiculous number of things.
First off, I need to thank Jacob Rickoll for sharing with me his experience with actually getting shot. One of the kindest and most generous people I know, he took a bullet trying to stop a robbery in a bar in the wee hours of a New Orleans Saturday morning…and then came to work straight from the emergency room.
I need to thank Paul, for always being patient, understanding, and kind…and understanding the necessity of making me laugh at myself whenever I need to—which sometimes can be a daily lesson.
I have an amazing friend group who teach me about life and love and joy on a daily basis, so I can never thank Pat Brady, Michael Ledet, Jesse Ledet, Michael Carruth, John Angelico, Harriet Campbell Young, Mark Richards, Konstantin Smorodnikov, Jean Redmann, Gillian Rodger, Michele Karlsberg, Rob Byrnes, Becky Cochrane, Timothy J. Lambert, McKenna Jordan, John McDougall, Bev and Butch Marshall, Carsen Taite, Nell Stark, Trinity Tam, Steve Driscoll, Rob Tocci, Stuart Wamsley, Brian Lord, Susan Larson, Martin Strickland, Meghan Davidson, Robin Pierce, Cullen Hunter, Erin Mitchell, Mark Drake, Josh Fegley, Ryan McNeeley, Serena Mackesy, Richard and Laurie Stepanski, Janna Sill, Sally Anderson, Dawn Lobaugh Edwards, Karen Bengtsen, Mike Smid, and so many others I cannot even begin to remember them all.
At work, I need to thank Allison Dejan, Ashton George III, Leon Harrison, Fernando Cruz, Bryson Richard, Nick Payne, James Husband, Joey Olson, Katie Connor, and everyone else who is a part of the Crescent Care team.
Everyone at Bold Strokes, from Radclyffe to Sandy Lowe to Stacia Seaman to Ruth Sternglantz to Cindy Cresap for being so awesome at what they do.
The FL’s—well, JOVANI. That’s all I have to say to you bitches.
And of course, that bitch Michael Thomas Ford, for always being there to commiserate about this insane business we find ourselves in.