Apr 21, 2005 00:05
We always seem to miss each other, and my typist's web browser hates him. I would love to be your best man. It would be an honour. Please keep me updated on everything as I cannot seem to meet up with you of late. My typist is deathly ill with attacks of some sort...they are similar to yours, so I cannot stay long. I do hope he gets better so we can speak. (ah. you had other friends Erik. Darius, though he seemed to be afraid, quite admired you, and...my son Reza...*pained look* he...looked up to you. You were a good friend to him when he needed one most.)
Your friend,
Nadir