While at Disney, I almost dialed your number about seven times. As in, my finger was over the green button. As in, I really was going to call. I wanted to know what your favorite Dinsey movie was and get something super cool to give to you. Or your favorite character. Because little details like this is what I have never known.
But then I thought for a while, and convinced myself that you would not have called. You would have figured it out.
So I thought of you. How we're the same person, potentially. And I saw the Steamboat Willie pin.
I look at Steamboat Willie and I get nostalgic to the nines. Steamboat Willie was from the good ol' days for me, and my family. The days with no problems or worries or faults. My dad had a jacket with Steamboat Willie on the back and I loved it so much I'd wear it regardless of how obnoxiously heavy and oversized an adult leather bomber jacket was to a six year old.
He represents the past, and the history of Walt Disney and Walt Disney World. He was Walt's first Mickey cartoon. Mickey came alive with this black and white talkie, and from then on BAM.. My happy place, in my mind and in reality, a completed gift from the gods, on Earth. Disney is my happy place.
I was just there, and though things were still going on, I didn't mind them half as much.
This is all a longer way of saying: I'm handing over this pin to you, because I trust you with my past and with my memories. I trust you enough to give you a Steamboat Willie pin. I fucking trust you man.
Melodramatic? Yessir.
Do I care? No sir. You can fight me if you'd like to, sir.
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