Ben Gunn

  Ben is a good friend of mine. He is a talented person. He is a very good professional and his boss is crazy about him. Ben has a wife and two wonderful children. But most of all he likes music. I often ask him: ‘What is so special about it?’ His answer is usually simple: ‘It makes me happy. I feel free when I listen to music, no matter what kind of music it is.’ And I believe him.
  As English teachers say: ‘A friend in need is a friend indeed.’ Ben is no exception. Whenever I am in trouble, all I have to do is call him and ten minutes later he is at my place. If it’s money, he brings you his wallet, if you are hungry, he brings you some food. If you are angry, he stays at home pretending to be busy and it really helps you to calm down.
  My parents simply adore him. My sister can talk about him for hours. My niece writes romantic letters to him. But nobody is interested in me. What can I do? I broke all his CD’s, wrote some dirty words on his car and taught his dog Rex to smoke. It didn’t help. Ben is happy as usual and his doggie smokes only expensive cigars.
  Hey, Rex, could you give me a light, please?