joe is cool.
he wears his sunglasses inside. except not really. i just told him to put them on so i could take these really attractive pictures of him. joe is cool. he works hard. he does things that challenge him. he wears a suit every other day. he rides the train every day that he wears a suit. he's really going places. he never gets mad at me, even though sometimes i deserve it. he listens to obscure music and jams to it. he doesn't make fun of my music even though i make fun of his. joe likes to watch star trek, and every single time he does he falls asleep on the couch. he is a good friend. he cares about you, and me. he has the best manners. the best temperament. he has no guile. he is just good. i want to be more like him. and i hope that when we have kids, they are just like him, and so very little like me.