JP asked me to talk about love. Okay, here it is.

When you have nothing, love is as natural as Hello.

Hi/ My name is P. I dream hard. I been dreaming hard all my life. I write books. I paint too. I don't make no money off it. Well, not yet. But I'm going to do it. I am going to sell my book. I am going to have love. I am going to have a kid. I'm going to accomplish all my dreams. I just wanted to let you know in case you were wondering. I believe in all your dreams too. I am watching them all happen. I won't stop dreaming ever. Come join me. Take 5 mintues. Dream with me. Dream.

Now before I go, I just wanted to say how much I love my family. They put up with my dreaming. I love you Dad and Mom. I love you Paiman. I love you Panauh. I did it. I'm dreaming.

I also want to give a shout out to my boy, Sonny. I love you, man. Thanks for believing in me all those years, and giving me a chance to play music with you. You taught me a lot.

Yo, Mark! Thanks for always believing, bro. I did it. I'm dreaming.

Kev, I know I was tough to put up with back in the day, what with all the, "I'm here to destroy all cover bands. Thanks for believing in me.

Hey, Meg. Thank you for believing me in high school.

Thank you A.I. Tennis Team. You guys helped me make it through some of the toughest years of my life. I couldn't have kept dreaming without. You guys were my Ambassadors of Kwan. Man, it still tears me up, when I think of all you guys running with me during those sprints. It meant a lot. I won't ever forget.

Yo, John Forester. You're still my best friend, man. There is no one I'd rather play basketball with.

Bennet! Thank you for teaching me how to draw. I couldn't have done it without you. 7th grade was awesome with you.

Now I'm pretty far back. But thank you for playing with me Erin Post. You were one of the most special friends of my life. I know you got second place in the Read-A-thon, cause I was so crazy about it, but I knew you would get it the next year after I was over it.

Thank you to all the teachers in my life. Thank you Betty and Katherine. Thank you Michael Cotsell.

Thank you Nicole for being married to me and teaching me all those lessons.

Thank you Loggers United. An extra special thaks to Mickey and Fitz. Mickey I believe in you. I know you can get this record done. Fitz. I love you. I'm going to miss you, man.

To all these bloggers. Jim Goar. Dacheux. My hats off to you. The whole naropa crew. Marlowe, Kyle, Sara. My heart is thumping with you.

Now for my most special shout out. Dear Christian, I love you. Eating fried chicken with you and watching you draw has been some of the greatest moments of my life.

And, of course, life wouldn't be complete, without thanking all the animals in my life. T. J and Zeba. Shah Air. Buddy. Oh, my Buddy. I miss you all.

Thank you all for helping me do it.

I've done it. I'm dreaming.

Love,

P{irooz Mahmood Kalayeh

PS. JP! Don't think I fogot about you. I am watching you like a baby eagle. You are constantly teaching me how to fly. I will give you the comic today.

3 comments:

Cecil said...

ahh..AI tennis. Rich John and Neel. goat

Pirooz M. Kalayeh said...

yes, those were good times weren't they buddy. have you ever thought about how much tennis we played in those days? you and i averaged about 6 hours a day!! my gosh. that really is a lot of tennis. or course, scavenger hunts with you definitely put those muscles to the test. love you brother from now till eternity. p.

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