I still miss ya punk. You kept me out of a lot of bad sits. I know you're gone. I still don't like it.
Here's to the old days at the Definitive End Bar and Grille.
I guess I should grow up. I remember your 40th birthday when I was 30. I have no recollection of how I got you that T-shirt pre-internet. I hope you're gettin' along with my dogs, there's a few that don't know you, make peace with them. I'll be there soon enough.
It's a lot different now, hon. There's nowhere to run to, no backup.