Miss you like crazy. Why were you the BEST and WORST GUY EVER? I talk about you every day, with almost every person I see. Whether they're asking about my tattoos or something funny reminds me of you, or something shitty that we went through, or something (hilariously) fucked up that you did... This is still surreal my friend, waiting for you to show up laughing so hard that your soul does actually leave your body because you got us all tripping this badly.. Fuck.