I feel like I’ve been repeatedly punched in the stomach. I’m so sorry I wasn’t a better friend to you. You were such an amazing guy. I’m going to miss our late night phone calls about the bullshit society we live in and our lives.. I’m glad I got to speak to you before you past. although, I was drunk as fuck and in a fucked up situation, you still made me smile. You were my only friend that I knew would drop everything and help me if I needed it.. You would have even killed for me. Fly high, hope you’re up above looking down right now with a joint hangin’ out your mouth and a beer in your hand. I’m glad your suffering is.over, I just wish you believed me when I said if this ever happened I’d be heart broken. I know I never told you and even if I did, you wouldn’t have believed me but I love you, babe. R.I.P see you on the other side. Save some heavily weed for me..
The drug world is gross.