Curt Franklin is basically the best guy anyone could ever know.
He's honest, trustworthy, dependable, upstanding, courageous, intelligent, handsome, clever, witty, sharp, understanding, forgiving, encouraging, funny, and most importantly the ballin'-est dude I know, all without being a dick about it.
Thanks to him I've seen places and done things I otherwise never would have seen or done.
Some of these things include meeting Evan Dorkin, James Kochalka, Patrick Gleason, Mike Mignola, Tad Stones, Bryan Lee O'Malley, Nate Bellegarde, Benito Cereno, Becky Cloonan, Dan DiDio, Mike Nelson, Kevin Murhpy, Bill Corbett, and Darth Vader.
Some other things include finding myself passed out in strip club bathrooms, seedy motels in shady parts of town, and in rehab.
That last bit might be a joke... since he's helped me develop this drinking problem it's hard to remember everything clearly.
My point is this, Curt is as good and true a friend and talented and supportive a creative partner as anyone could ever hope for, and I am very thankful that I am able to say he is both to me.
Today is his birthday, and I hope that it is a wonderful one.