I fucking miss you much Brendon. Screaming at your ghost ain't near as fun as drinking with you. Wish you could come kill this half gallon with me, you fucking asshole.
It's weird that you post this now, cause I was about to do the same thing.
Brendon is one of my best friends. I've known him since 7th grade.
I still absent-mindedly think of things I wanna tell him, and then realize I can't.
I'm tryin to get some of his ashes to put into tattoos, and...
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