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Go G-Dawg. It's Your Birthday.

Gavin is one of the first friends I made in college.

He was my rock freshman year. We met moving in all our stuff into A-complex because I lived on the 4th floor, and his 1st floor apartment had a back door into the building that we  demanded very politely asked if we could use because it was pouring rain. His apartment also had AC, which I kind of hated him for, but fully took advantage!

We may have had our squabbles, but he has a great heart, and an immense tolerance for people. He accepts all my quirks, and has realized that he can't bring any more hard liquor to my birthdays (I see you, Moonshine and Jack Daniels!). In the time I've known him, I don't think he's ever missed my birthday, and there were a few years there where he really saved it from being a terrible memory. He always makes the effort for people he cares about, and is a great listener. Plus, we like to talk about ghosts, so that's always cool :)

So here's to you, Gavin. Happy birthday!


January 2017

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Gavin said…
Thanks CPL! man those were some good times back in the day so much happened in A comp lol.. thanks for the nice message.
May 12, 2017 at 8:51 PM
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