thanks. he was 22. it’s just so young. he’s the guy that taught me how to skateboard. how to flirt with girls. i saw him 12 hours prior—no idea. hindsight, of course, i saw he was saying his goodbyes. i was 18. im fuckin’ 49 and still miss him.

i'm so sorry. (💐💚 RIP brother.)

thanks. i wish i could say it gets easier. i mean, it gets farther, but sometimes it feels like yesterday. good reminder though that life is a precious thing and wasting it is a fools errand. but boy, hearing that if i could really a heartbreaker. might take my ass to hampton for one.