When I first introduced myself to Matt Sweeting, he punched me in the stomach. I would later find out that he punched me not because he was mad at me, but because he was five years old, and apparently having a bad day in kindergarten.
We grew up together as kids, playing Star Wars in the backyard in elementry school and road tripping in highschool to an Amnesty International Conference.
I am afraid we have lost touch. Hope the musician is as good as the friendship once was.