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Jun

Dear Max Bernstein,
I remember meeting you in the offices of Some Records/Ultra14. You had longer hair than me. You were obviously more punkrock and smarter than I could ever be, and I think that miffed me somewhat, but I almost immediately loved you. I knew that I would know you for a long long time. You were also the first person I knew who used Napster, and that counts for a lot in my book. 
Over the past few years you’ve survived in LA as a poker player, guitarist, writer for Huffington Post, and a digital strategist for politicians. You’ve fulfilled and lived up to a punk rock ethos that involves infiltrating the system from the inside and, in probably your most punk-rock move to date, you became the guitarist of Ke$ha. Nothing says “F**K YOU” to the crusty punks living on trustafarians that sit on St. Marks begging for change than that resume right there. Those little POS’s will never make half the dent in society that you have and I mean that from the bottom of my quickly beating Jewish heart.
Oh! And did I mention that you are handsome? Because you are. You get more handsome every year! When I showed your photo to my cousin and said I wanted to set up her daughter with you, my mom yelled at me and said “how could you let this cute and intelligent Jewish boy out of your hands?!” 
Good question, Mom. Good question!
Love ya!
Sarah

Dear Max Bernstein,

I remember meeting you in the offices of Some Records/Ultra14. You had longer hair than me. You were obviously more punkrock and smarter than I could ever be, and I think that miffed me somewhat, but I almost immediately loved you. I knew that I would know you for a long long time. You were also the first person I knew who used Napster, and that counts for a lot in my book. 

Over the past few years you’ve survived in LA as a poker player, guitarist, writer for Huffington Post, and a digital strategist for politicians. You’ve fulfilled and lived up to a punk rock ethos that involves infiltrating the system from the inside and, in probably your most punk-rock move to date, you became the guitarist of Ke$ha. Nothing says “F**K YOU” to the crusty punks living on trustafarians that sit on St. Marks begging for change than that resume right there. Those little POS’s will never make half the dent in society that you have and I mean that from the bottom of my quickly beating Jewish heart.

Oh! And did I mention that you are handsome? Because you are. You get more handsome every year! When I showed your photo to my cousin and said I wanted to set up her daughter with you, my mom yelled at me and said “how could you let this cute and intelligent Jewish boy out of your hands?!”

Good question, Mom. Good question!

Love ya!

Sarah