He was my air-punching Alpha Centaurian, my bama and shaka, my basic wage answer book, my bish-bash-bosh, my bodhi tree, my bovver, my bro-hug.
He was my centredness, my chargrill, my deffo flauta, my glamping jackalope, my go ba, my hackable sensi, my human bean, my krump lamellophone, my left justification, my right justification.
He was my likembe, my likeliest parmp, my listicle, my long-running maitake, my play-to-play mofongo, my refleet, my Scooby Snack, my self- selected right-footer, my sleepsuit, my snus.
He was my softscape, my splendiferous sense, my starter marriage, my startfulmood tink, my stratum corneum, my test drive, my top gun, my vlog, my yogalate.…