A Hudson
The kind of person who would throw you a birthday party if you were stuck in a prison cell, and still remember your favorite snack.
My buddy Hudson showed up at my jail cell with a bag of chips and a smile that could light up a dark room.
He’s like the best friend you never knew you needed, and he still remembers your favorite candy from second grade.
He’s the kind of person who would cry with you when your dog died, and then bring you a new one.