Nico is my oldest friend. I have known her since I was 15 years old. That’s insane for someone who can’t stop moving. We lost touch for a while. The day I finally got up the nerve to call her, I remember making sure she wasn’t going to be there, believing that she’d be at work, just incase she wanted nothing to do with that time of her life. Much to my relief, she called back. We’ve been friends again ever since. (Thank god.)

Nico made me my wedding cake. And I keep hoping that she will soon become a famous baker and can therefore stay at home and make money doing what not only makes her happy, but that she’s good at, too. Nico is probably (and I mean this) the coolest, most interesting, most artistic person I have ever met. She’s truly fascinating. From Diane Arbus to the Müter Museum all the way to the Velvet Underground, Andy Warhol films and hermaphrodites, she introduced it all to me.

She played me to the coolest music when I was still tucking my pant legs into my socks. She was totally hip before everyone else was hip. And I actually mean that. Oh, and she does the best imitation of Janice from the Muppets.

I guess you might say, Nico kinda made me appear cooler than I really am.