A fast friend my freshman year in college, Chris and I pushed each other in the gym, on the floor hockey court, and onto the dance floor. He bitch slapped my anxiety with his chillness and I kicked him in the ass when he needed it. His prankster ways and brilliant timing with a joke made for fun times. A year after driving him out to San Diego, I drove myself out and moved in down the street. Chris has introduced me to many of my closest friends. We have climbed out windows, jumped off bridges, won and lost tournaments, had cats fall out of our ceiling, and have become brothers along the way.