Clockwise, from the left: Donna, Monica, Mikki, & me.
This was me 20 years ago when I lived in Atlanta. Back when I was skinny and had lots of hair. We all smoked Camel Wides at the time, and called ourselves "The Hard Pack" in homage. We looked damn good, too.
At different points and in different ways, we have made of ourselves a family, and are each responsible for a significant part of one another's history - and at times, sanity. We play memory keepers for each other. We have also served as both shoulder angel and devil for one another and been directly responsible for the twisting of many wild hairs, resulting in some of the best times and wildest nights anyone would ever have. We have walked into crowded bars, made friends with the staff, and ended up giving them break time on the clock while we made the drinks and waited on patrons (which last occurred this past summer, matter of fact!). We have camped out in hotel lobbies to meet bands that were touring in person (Love & Rockets, Ice-T & Body Count, just for starters) and even acted as nightclub DJ's for an evening more than once - simply by walking in and taking over once having charmed all in the booth. When things weren't happening, we made them happen.
These women are still some of my closest friends in the world, and have been with me through thick and thin.