Courtesan, companion, conversationalist, brilliant artist and simply one of the most interesting people I have ever met: What else can be said about Byron Number Three, most commonly referred to as Gabriel?
Our lives have crossed inexplicably since 1995, but we didn’t formally meet until much later at a Sunnyside Co-operative School dance, when Sia blew my cover as the publisher of the magazine.
Upon hearing the news, Gabriel started to clap and spin in a wild and hilarious fashion.
That year we sat on the floor of school hallways with our journals, evoking the Bad Kid aesthetic even though we were both (nominally) responsible parents. Later I kidnapped him to accompany me on the Breeder tour, and still later our friends shipped us off to Italy in a post-9/11 apocalyptic moment.
Since then there have been too many stories, too many adventures, to even begin to convey how important he is in my life. Happy, happy birthday to a good parent, nice man, best friend!
