In 2008 about a year before his death, a good buddy of mine Beau Velasco showed up at my house to go running with me. He was not the running type. At all. His cardio was usually skating under the BQE or screaming into a microphone while smashing a stage somewhere. I opened the door and there he was, running shoes, shorts, a red headband holding back a bouncing globe of curly hair, and a lit Newport hanging from his lip. I had just gotten one of those iPods that was able to take video. To test it out, I pushed the record and pointed it at him. I playfully posed the question... "Can you summarize the meaning of life with just one word?" and he replied... "Yes."
