To Everyone Who Knows What's Up.

To everyone who knows what’s up,

If you’re lost, help is on the way. If you’re found, let’s get a drink—I’ve been waiting for you. If you’re somewhere in between, I think the end of the tunnel is about 5,000 miles east of nowhere, and I’ve got a compass without an arrow telling us both to relax.

If you’re in jail, I’m busting you out. The file is in the cake; now don’t ask too many more questions the wheel-man's waiting. If you’re taking fire in the trenches, don’t worry. I’m flanking them from the left, prepare to charge. We’ll take this hill together. If you need a kind word, I’ll write you a sonnet. Don’t like sonnets? I’ll make it a limerick.

Please, ask me for help. How dare you not let me know you’re suffering? How can I do anything for you when you leave me in the dark? As a mediocre rapper once said: “If there was a problem, yo I'll solve it. Check out the hook while my DJ revolves it.”

I’m your shoulder to cry on, a well-timed joke when you’re humorless, and if I can ease your pain you’d best say hello while you’re hurting. Because if I find out you went through the fire alone, I’ll punch you in the shoulder.

For all the handshakes, high-fives, leg-ups, and once overs—thank you. You’ve made a friend for life in me. I’ll never forget what you’ve done, I’ll never forget where we’ve been, and I will never let you go wanting when I can do something about it.

Utilize the network kids.