Happy Birthday, James

You're my best friend and not just for sticking by me and supporting me through this entire ordeal. But especially when I have wierd dreams of cocktail parties during terrorist attacks, and I'm trying to convince Richard Gere that you like him more after he was booed by the NYPD and FDNY for promoting peace, and Tom Cruise picks me to be on his basketball team before we end up making-out while his ex-girlfriend moves out of his apartment, and Rock Hudson asks me in Italian to pose as his mistress so I can smuggle his money out of Iran.

You're also the best ex-boyfriend in the world and I love you.

L.