There's a pain in my stomach, and a hazy rain.
And I stumble to get myself up again...
Today, Yesterday. Breathtakingly crude. I don't understand. I don't see why Josh had to go. I want him to stay here, we had so much fun, he was always there. Smoking, talking about our crazy things. Sitting on Derek's backporch sharing a ciggarette enjoying life and all at the same time hating it. But it was cool, cause we all did together. It was in unison, a joint effort.

A good friend.

"CH".
"You would say that."
Love you, kid.