My Best Friend Harvey


I have the greatest BFF in the whole wide world. He’s always there when I need him, and he instantly responds to my shout-outs, whether by text, email, phone, or even snail mail. He’s endlessly supportive, but not in an ass-kissy, self-denigrating way. Fully secure in his own skin, he makes himself endlessly available for chat sessions, though he also knows when it’s time to give me some tough love and urge me to change directions or make difficult decisions. And he’s always right! A mass of generous wisdom, he’s saved me from ruin several times and had guided me toward much fuller happiness and achievement.

Some cynics think my friend is a bad influence because he exerts such a strong hold on me, but the reality is I’d be lost without this guy and there are no negative side effects whatsoever to our relationship. He’s my anchor, and I feel richer and more complete just knowing he’s there for me. By the way, his name is Harvey and he’s a 10-foot rabbit only I can see. Jealous?

This article from the Village Voice Archive was posted on January 28, 2009

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