Origin Story: Diego
My buddy Diego fashioned himself from a thousand splintered images. Lifting from Gap ads, Men's Health, 80s movies, Dave Matthew's Band, Dawson's Creek, and ESPN, he reflected shards of American manhood from every shining surface.
We've been friends since his Dawson Creek days, when for homecoming we were powder puff cheerleaders together. In high school, we spent a lot of time pining after the popular girls, and things haven't changed much since.
An exceptional mimic, Diego can learn how to do almost anything just by watching it once. He has taught himself how to play the guitar, how to dress like the tech starz in Pac Heights, how to succeed in business. He learned to give great wedding toasts by watching them do it in movies. What makes him such an incomparable friend is that he will learn whatever you need most – a shoulder to cry on, deep talks, dirty jokes – and do that better than anyone.
Mild-mannered, warm, and stubborn as hell, Diego is a lover of every sport you don't think of as American – hockey, tennis, soccer – he moved to Fog City because his big brother was here, and now they play on the same rec hockey team. And the girls, of course, we both moved here for the girls.
