Nothing hurts more than losing someone you spent a great deal of time with... 9 years and counting... my fellow lanky limbed friend til the end... you passed away in the early hours of this stormy morning, a morning too soon and a morning in which i wish i could be there. As it's still a crazy bad dream as it seems... writing you this letter again is my way for me to move past this gut wrenching feeling in my body. You were my favorite freckled faced fucker in my entire roladex... that goofy care free demeanor so memorable that you've emblazoned yourself in not only my heart but in the hearts of many others... I feel a great duty to you now more than ever... whether it was making veggie pasta while wearing ugly purple wool matching sweaters at your old house down the street from where "jesus saves" or climbing a wonky ass ladder to a tiny ass rooftop with a grill we had just bought to BBQ in Bushwick... you were always a partner in crime... from house parties to stages you were destined to become famous... i will do my best to help with your legacy in these troubled yet celebratory of the fearless life you've lived, times.... i'm forever howling at the moon with you my friend...FOREVER FUROCHE...
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