Friendship Friday! Erin and I first met at summer camp, during a theatre class. He was doing a monologue from Angels in America (Belize) and I was BLOWN. AWAY. The way he captured his vulnerability and yet remained so willful and grounded... Afterward- I was like "you wanna maybe go check out that shed where they store the boats?" And he was like "to me dude, that sounds like a cheeeel ass idea!" In that moment - I knew this guy was tight as hell, and that we'd become friends...More than friends. Brothers. Turns out hella years ago some chick in 8th grade had drowned and her spirit remained in the boat shed. At first it was scary as hell and we were like "oh shit!" But then we realized like- even tho she was in 8th grade, she couldn't hurt us... because she was dead. That was our first investigation. To this day I've never had a tighter friend.