EAT EM UP.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, CUZ.

SUGA TOWN.

Couldn't take the sadness so I messaged my friend, Jheff. Sometimes, you just need a good friend to let you be a mess in front of.

Went to visit my cousin. Had many tears, and many thoughts. Things just aren't the same without this guy. Miss him so much and it just floods out in pools, waves, tsunamis. I try so hard to live for you, for everyone. This guy just knew what he was doing, and maybe he didn't know where he was going, but he knew how to live. It's not fair that someone who could have wrote the manual was taken away so soon. I hope I can be at least a little bit of you. The coolest dude. Best dude. Love and miss you Kuya, so much.

Squareheads forever.

JUST ONE OF THEM MISSIN KUYA ANTHONY DAYS.

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IF I COULD JUST..

If for just one day I could have one more run into you. One more hug. One more shared bottle of vodka. One more spliff. One more trip to the movies or buying a handful of knick knacks. One more walk for slurpees. One more dance. One more night of fake dollar bills thrown everywhere. One more "Jess watch this, watch" UFC nights. One more dinner. One more guitar lesson. One more phone call.

One more anything. Just one more.

I MISS MY FUCKING COUSIN.

Miss this. And ugh, just can't.

CHEERS.

A few Halloweens ago I bumped into you at a party. I had to go to the bathroom and when I opened the door you were in there. On the floor. With an open briefcase surrounded with fake money. I wasn't even phased, didn't wonder why you were on the floor at all, but I did have one question, "HEY! YAY! What the hell is all this fake money for?!". You replied, "It's for throwing, Jesus you're dumb. Here. Let's get drunk.", and handed me the hugest bottle of the most disgusting vodka I have ever tasted.
We danced and threw money all night.

Still trying to tone down my excitement of the thought of possibly running into you tonight. Wish it were true. Miss you like crazy. Cheers.

EAT EM UP FOREVER.

COOL GUY.

The little things get to me the most. Every time I grab ice, I'm reminded of how when you were over, there was never ice; you would never fill the ice cube tray. As much as it annoyed me then, full ice cube trays have the same annoyance. I hate a filled ice cube tray so much.

I miss you cleaning out my cupboards, and coming over for dinner. I miss you covering the peephole with your eye or your mouth. I miss running into you.

I miss you so much, still, every day.

This shit is still un-real to me.
Please dream visit me.