It’s cool to stumble on a little piece about some amazing human being . . .
and realize you know her.
Like, she’s a bonafide friend. A real friend.
That friend you’d call in the middle of the night and know she’d still be up, because she’s a musician who’s always up at 2 in the morning but never 10.
Meet Martina. My friend. My very cool — saving the planet one condom at a time cool — friend.
And see. I’m not the only one who thinks that.
Check back from time to time. Maybe you can borrow my advance copy of her book. (After I finish it of course. She was my friend first.)
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