I suppose that I cannot give you a good background of Kevin - for I didn't grow up in his family, or even know him when he was younger for that matter. The best I can do is tell you what I do know about him - the information and tidbits about his personality that I've collected over the past two years.

To start off with, he was born on August 15, 1983 in Ohio - making him a leo - also a fire sign (like my aries and astrologically, that's a good match - perhaps our friendship was written in the stars. Somthing to ponder.) The boy has two older sister, and an older brother a year to his senior. His parents are rather like mine - older then most with the same set of traditional values. Though I do believe he has better lines of communication with his mother, always a plus. From what I gather his father and mine are quite similar in the respect that they both have to travel quite often and they are terribly strange in their spendatures. (It's fiiiine to spend $1500 on something they want, but god forbid someone wants new shoes.)

Kevin has always been one to listen and give advice - not so much an opinion. A wonderful characteristic when all one does is rant and rant at him. He's always been rather stoic, but there is definetly a soft joker side to him. Somewhat of a procrastinator - somewhat - he does get the things done that are important. Such as when a certain someone demands email, or death and pestering may follow. *smiles* Kevin knows what it is to be a good friend, and acts in accordance to that with quite a touch of sarcasm. Perhaps it is just me that sees this, I don't know, but whatever it is, we mesh well.

He's a fan of music - punk bands and techno in particular - though you can find him listening to alternative and the classic rockers as well. Thank god, he and his family are huge fans of sports - for it really came in handy later in our friendship. Hrmhrm - what else ...

I love his ability to argue with me and walk away laughing while I'm still fuming. He doesn't stay mad - which I find incredible. Oh(!), he's terribly forgiving - in the best way possible. Never has he held any of the stupidStupid things I've done against me. Never have I been afraid to confide in him, for I know he won't judge me. Of course there have been those times where he'd advise against one of my many illogical ideas, but it was always in the best interest of my sanity. Kevin is, in some ways, part of my sanity - and definetly part of my everyday life. Whether he knows it or not, there are days when all I look forward to is coming home and talking to him. And there has been a few mornings in memory when my friend Amy would look at me and be able to tell whether it was a good conversation with Kevin or not.

He's my best friend, there is no one who knows the depths of my insanity better then he. I love every little thing about him - be it his weird random comments, one track mind, or his ability to bitch about the female population. If I could only ever be an observer of his life, his beauty, his intellect, his comical suggestions, his angry moments, his - self - then I'd forever be in dept to the one who gave me the chance.