My friend, the anarchist

Today,

is the birthday,

of my friend,

the anarchist.

I have no doubt,

that,

whatever,

the weather,

may be,

it will be,

a happy day,

because it is,

Francoys’s birthday.

🙂

I have known him,

a long time,

since our tender twenties.

We lost touch,

for a long stretch,

but,

I can,

honestly,

say,

that even when,

we didn’t have contact,

I held him in high esteem and affection.

I changed jobs,

he moved,

life,

you know,

and,

then one day,

he walked into,

my bookstore,

and,

since,

we have not only,

renewed what was,

a most pleasant friendship,

but,

have become,

the closest of friends.

He is one of the pillars,

of my life,

I depend on his opinions,

his support,

his smarts,

his intellect,

his good and generous heart,

(which I secretly think is as big as a bus)

his good humour,

his unparalleled,

conversational skills.

In all of the years,

I have known him,

never a cross word,

has he directed at me.

He is a most,

original man,

eccentric,

even,

with,

a style,

uniquely his.

A man of gargantuan,

proportions,

in every way,

larger than life,

big,

loud,

tender,

sweet,

erudite,

cultured.

A booming laugh,

an easily given smile,

a man of absolute principle,

moral and intellectual,

freedom and courage.

He has many,

appetites,

for knowledge,

for freedom,

for truth,

even though, the truth can really piss him off,

for food,

for coffee,

for cigarettes-

for life.

I know,

no one,

smarter than Francoys,

and,

I know many smart people,

but,

he never,

lords it over anyone,

ever.

He will argue with you,

passionately,

but,

never with disrespect,

ever.

He plays no mind games,

he is of absolute,

intellectual honesty.

I suppose he isn’t perfect,

but,

I know of ,

no,

faults.

If the anarchist called me, to help him bury a body, get him out of jail, lend him my credit card, to escape to Costa Rica, I would- no questions, because there would undoubtedly, be a reason, which, I would not question, this is the extent of the respect, I have for his character.

Of course,

he wouldn’t ask for any,

of those things,

he rarely asks,

anything,

he is independent,

and,

self sufficient,

and,

yet,

always ready to help,

a friend.

He works more than,

most people,

never complains.

He works forty hours,

a week at a job,

and,

undoubtedly another,

forty at his,

passionate,

and,

very accomplished,

historical research ,

he is the very embodiment,

of rigor and vigor,

and,

yet,

no matter when,

I call,

I never disturb him.

I love him,

very much,

he is my friend,

a word I use to describe few people.

I wanted to give you all,

a glimpse of him,

but,

honestly,

no words can really describe him,

he is Francoys,

the anarchist

🙂

Bonne Fete, mon ami.

Later girls,

BB