I have a really good friend named Vince

Simply put, I appreciate the man so much

For it was his wild style and brilliant mind

That helped make me who I currently am

See, when I was faced with utter madness

Vince shone as a beacon of who I should be

Practicing my writing became my mission

And just like that, I learned to communicate

The ins and outs of being cool while strange

But, that's not the reason I'm writing this poem

No, after the madness I was afflicted with

Began fading because I went too far with it

Vince offered me a space in his home to live

I had been homeless for the previous 3 years

So this was a blessing and beyond for me

Yet, his home would prove to be my salvation

As while I slept in his room and drank with him

I was free to just be me, and in good company

What I'm saying is, Vince's unconditional love

Allowed me to accept and love myself too

Which did heal me so magnificently well

As such, I'm eternally grateful Vince is my friend

That's why this owl shaped dome on my head

Is the epitome of important to my character

For he gave it to me knowing it was magick

See, Vince's genius is knowing what's rad

And the fuzzy lil hat gets a lot of attention

Calling it the Space Helmet only enhances

The funny interactions it manifests as they come

But moreso, the owl has symbolic meaning

To love and be free is the Shrug philosophy

Which I try to live and teach across my life

So Vince parting ways with it means a lot

How can I ever repay you for your kindness?

To me, this Space Helmet is ever so precious

The damn thing was even worn by the hero

Mecha Mutant Space Jesus on his journeys

How much more special of a hat can you get?

So, Vince, thank you for being a real homie

Your Space Helmet lives on through me

And it reminds me to be as good of a friend

As your crazy, technobuddhist ass was to me