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sickinlove:

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I just want to take a minute out of my day today to say that Mr. Alan Sereboff is the nicest guy on the planet. I met him in person because he came to my work to pick me up and give me a ride to a shop he recommended when our car was broken. He had never met me before in his life and was still willing to take time out of his day to help me out of a pretty bad jam at a time when my finances were dire.

Anybody who treats this guy like anything other than the Nicest Man on Earth should be punched repeatedly in the face until dead. *cough cough

Have Motorcycle - Will Travel

Wire MacDonald, Los Angeles

Aw, man, don’t know what to say. It was my pleasure, and has been even more of a pleasure getting to know you and Gen.

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Alan and I have had our ups and downs, it’s all been ups for the past few years though and I can say he’s on my top 5 list of people to call in an emergency. He will always sacrifice what he is doing to help a friend. From picking you up when your car breaks down to helping you write a paragraph about yourself because you don’t know how to write well enough. He will edit your marketing materials or help you rip out gross tiling off a 50 year old floor. He is RAD.

Oh Man, guys. Rachel, we did go through our thing, but like you said, we came out on top. You are by far one of the coolest people I have ever met and I’m grateful for you in my life.  I will always marvel at your accomplishments, your courage, at who you are; you mean the world to me, my friend. And hell yes, I will always, always, be there for you.

Alan once killed a guy for me. Not even that bad of a guy either. He just made a joke and Alan just looked at me with his serious face and said “This man is going to have to die,” and I knew it to be true.

We drove deep into the desert that night, the weight of our situation weighing heavily on our shoulders. Alan knew just what to say to make it a little better though.

Every once in a while I still wake up with nightmares but Alan always picks up his phone and calms me down just by repeating the phrase “this never happened, it’s all in your mind, we don’t talk about this over tappable lines” over and over and over. Somehow the repetition always helps calm me down so I can sleep again.