You ever sit down and just think, “why the fuck did I ever let that bum blow me last weekend”…? Me too.

That aside, I’m looking for someone. He’s a dear friend to us all…almost like a father figure. He’s been in all of our homes, and hearts. I don’t know what ever happened to him, but I hope someone…anyone…might know his whereabouts.

The last time I saw him was probably circa 1999, and I will always remember him as being helpful, kind, and smiling. In fact, thinking about his smile now…it warms my heart and soul.

He was always looking to help too. Plumbing problems? No problem. Heating problems? No problem. He’s your man. Just try not to fuck up his name, as so many do. He told me, over and over, that I could find him in the white pages, but I don’t want to just call him up unexpected, after all these years.

My friends, you may remember him as Jack Stephanovich. Or maybe Jack Stephansky? But we all know him as Jack Stephan.

Jack, if you are reading this right now, just know that I miss you, and I love you.