I once watched FNB weeping over an anthill that had lost its Queen.
That summer FNB became Queen of that anthill. Resplendent in his diamond tiara and pink tutu, and shrugging off the cries of 'Gaylord!', he threw himself into the business of laying eggs for the colony.
During those hazy summer days, while the rest of us played catch in the park and tried unsuccessfully to fondle out girlfriends breasts, FNB gave birth to over a million ants.
When the ants that live in my keyboard, and also in my hair, learned that he had left the boards they arranged themselves into a copy of his new avatar, on my desk, and only disbanded after I poured boiling water over them.
FNB: a man of great humanity and quiet dignity.
