Tomorrow is Totore’s birthday, and there a few people I love more than this man. Seven months my junior, born a world away, he is anyway my brother.
The industry we work in is hard - it is vain, narcissistic, cliquey, quick to pass judgement, yet throughout it all, I have known few as loyal as Toto, nobody quicker to give me words of encouragement, a stick to beat those black dogs away.
So on his birthday, I wish I was in Napoli to treat this man to dinner, to remind him that more than talent, more than chance, his dedication to his work has made him someone exceptional. If nothing more, it has made him my brother, although I know it has made him much more than that.
Totore - I will eat a burger for you tomorrow, with extra mayo, and look forward to seeing you again soon. Happy birthday, mio fratello.
Thx bro…. Life is it… Make family around the world…..