It's great to have someone by your side when you're going in to battle.
JFK had RFK.
Maverick had Goose.
Shaggy had Scooby.
Every person needs that team mate who they can tag when they need some help - whether it be when you're in the office, on the court or at the bar.
I have Jos.
He is my confidant, my window into the male psyche, my big brother.
I've known Jos for around eight years, so I call him when I want to reminisce about the glory days.
I call him when I want a suggestion for a new band to dig into.
My wingman is goofy but deep. He's easy to be with but will challenge your perspective on life.
Jos pushes me to be a better person and I push him to ask for the digits of the cute girl he moons over.
I enjoy Joseph's unique perspective on faith, the universe and humanity. He appreciates my unconventional depth.
Every chick needs a wingman as good as Jos.