Lucas would have been 21 today. God damn that fat fuck for being 15 days older than me. And god damn him for not being around to turn 21. We're not going to be able to go drinking like we said.
Not a day goes by that I don't think about Lucas. I still remember exactly how he used to say, "Fuck you, Sloppy" to me and scream along with awful death metal songs in my car. No one could have taught me about cupcaking better.
I'm really lucky that I got to tell him how much he's meant to me throughout my life before he passed. I'm really lucky we got closer. I'm really lucky that I had someone as badass as Lucas in my life to look up to. I never thought that when I left him outside his dad's house it would be the last time I ever saw him.
Well happy birthday, Lucas. I miss the shit out of you.
1 comment:
Wow.
Gnar kid.
Hugs sent your way.
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