Zeke
I stared dumbfounded at Gio. The man was something else. Over the last couple of years, he and I have become close friends. Several times a week he came over to help teach me how to properly groom my daughter's hair, so she wouldn’t look like an i***t when she went to school. Gio was an excellent teacher and took his time so that I mastered each design perfectly before moving onto the next. I had grown so accustomed to his company that when he wasn't there, the space just felt empty. I got used to his company, and it was nice having a friend to talk to. Plus, Gio was teaching me Italian, which was awesome. He and I would sit and have a coffee on my porch as I butchered his native tongue, but Gio never complained. He seemed perfectly content with having someone around who wanted to sp
