ODE TO KYLE
Much overdue.


Kyle Hoffmann is a young man living in PA with his two parents and three siblings, two sisters and a brother all younger. When i met him he was a hip-hop enthusiast and pretty rough around the edges, always looking for something outrageous to do. Kyle has changed alot since i met him, though he is still nuts (which i am sure i contribute to). After one day becoming turned on to graphic design during a visit to my house, kyle began a journy into a talent he didn't know he had. He was a wicked artist, and quickly began work on well executed material. One if the fastest growing artists i know, his work parallels my own in many respects in only a mere three years. Constantly growing more talented, Kyle is sure to become an even more brilliant and insightful artist.

Kyle is not just a fun kid who happens ti be artistic. Kyle is the best companion i could have ever asked for. During our three years of friendship, i have seen kyle in every state imaginable, as he has seen I. Through all of this we fought, we cared, we talked, we beat each other up, we just loved each other like freaking crazy. He was, and is, like a brother to me. He is no less my brother than my own blood is.

My life is not pretty, and i am plenty messed up myself. But despite all of this, kyle stands beside me. We argue and fight, but only because we care about each other and get angry when we see mistakes or shortcomings. We press each other to move on. To live.

Without Kyle i am alone, he is the one true thing i have.

This ode is much shorter than it could be. I could go on for a long time about how this guy saved my butt or was just plain there for me.

Thanks Kyle. You really are... the best. absolutely. thanks.



(forgive my spelling errors, i don't proofread. Nope, not even heartfelt shit. heh.)