We were sitting on a beach in Mexico. Many margaritas deep and he explained he wanted a nickname. His eyes lit up with joy as he exclaimed, “Call me JUAN!” I was a bit perplexed; it felt a little cliche and a little racist seeing as we were in Mexico. Quickly, he added, “Juan as in, Won Ton! W-O-N!”

I’ve never laughed so hard in my life.

Missing you today, Won Ton.