Boys II Men

Meet my best friend T-Bagg (that's not his birth name). He came to NYC this weekend to visit me...ok and his girlfriend. At least, I assume she's still his girlfriend based on their shameless displays of PDA which is fine but I'm all "don't throw your hetero in my face, is this a hate crime?" but then he buys me beer and I like it.

JK it's a hate crime.

So there we are chatting and talking and I can't help but feel a sense of pride (it might have just been a full bladder but we're going with pride).

You see, T-Bagg just started his life as a high school teacher at a prestigious (at least that's the word they use so they can charge you $100K to go there) Catholic (at least that's the word they use so they can avoid state laws) High School in California. Basically, he now spends his days shaping the youth of America. Our future. The young, white, wealthy, youth of our future.

And you know what America? You couldn't pick a better guy to do it.

At that moment when I finished my third beer in the middle of Manhattan, my best friend and I looked across the table at each other through our hazy buzz and I thought

"this man is my hero"

and yeah, hero is a pretty strong word, but I want you to focus on MAN. When I met T-Bagg four years ago we were mere boys putting our hands on kegs and kicking our legs into the air to chug out of a tap as fast as we could.

and now we are inspiring the future of America.

T-Bagg by sharing inspirational literature, history, and philosphy. Me by sharing...song, dance, and dated pop-culture references...

but I swear some little gay boy in the audience is going to look up at me in my powdered wig and frock coat and be inspired to better America...or at least think I'm really cute...just like when I saw Marius in Les Miz at 13. And I sobbed.

So here I am, a man America, ready to shape the youth of your future just like my best friend and personal hero T-Bagg.

and to the people who read this blog and say I'm too self-involved I say:

Oops sorry, don't have time, gotta gel my hair.

To America on this day of remembrance: Love,

TJB: Making It