I didn’t want to have to write this. So I’ve been putting it off. I only met him in person a few times, but he was such a vibrant individual, so full of life. But the amounts of chemicals he poured into his body every damn day was astounding. He’d text me and tell me excitedly about what he was using, what he was about to get, and brag about his rare chem collection. He loved to cook, loved his gf Becky, and was a generous and gentle soul, no malice in his heart. But I could clearly see that he was headed for trouble. His last few texts to me were mostly gibberish. I texted “dude I’m really worried now” and when I didn’t get an answer I just knew. He was extremely verbose, both in person and on text. Not like him to not respond. He gifted us with some acid, too, like he did a lot of us; I think of him as like a sort of drug Santa, bestowing psychedelic goodness on us all. He just wanted to have fun and stretch the limits of his understanding, and he wanted that for us as well. I’m crying as I type this.
Farewell, friend. Catch you on the flip side, I guess.
Farewell, friend. Catch you on the flip side, I guess.