I lost one of my best writer friends today. Les and I have been watching one another's backs since our first days at graduate school back in 1995. We drank together, shot the shit together, caroused together, made all sorts of trouble, and took pride in our confidence and that we remained outside the traditional box of the more literary elite. In a word, we both intended on becoming bestselling full-time authors, and with one another's continued help and encouragement, we accomplished just that. He will be missed.