I only needed to hear half a syllable to know that was my Donnie. His voice is like a familiar smell from childhood, bringing me back. I smell old coffee grounds and I'm back at my grandparents' cottage. I hear Donnie's voice and I'm 14 again, listening to cassette tapes of Donnie interviews while I fall asleep...until the tape ends, noisily snaps off, and wakes me up. That's when I would flip it over, listen to the other side while I slept, and then flip it again half an hour later. All night long. I didn't say it was healthy, but it should help you understand why his voice feels like home.
He is so freaking adorable.