5.

I remember walking into a room full of people.

Welcomed by the screaming mouth of a stuffed bobcat head that hung over the futon, I sat down to hear stories from the infamous Erik Anderson.

I don't know if I was more scared of the bobcat or the sound of my rapidly beating heart...

But either way,

He had me at hello.

And he still gets me at hello.

Even after all these years.

Happy 5 years, Mr. Anderson.

I love you more than hello can say.

And I'm glad you don't still have the bobcat.