It’s not fair Wayno but I guess from now on you will live in my memory. For what it’s worth, you are very much alive there, and will be until it’s my time to go. My memories with you are so vivid, unforgettable snapshots of childhood that have never left my mind entirely. I still tell the stories. The time you thought you locked yourself in the bathroom at Palace Pizza and caused a whole scene. The time the guys from MOD came and built up our dinky bike jumps to be these enormous things. Nobody had the courage to hit the shooter they built besides you, and boy did you pay the price.
You really did always have a lot of courage and you were so much more capable than you gave yourself credit for. When I was with you, I knew we’d always devise a plan to get what we were after. We caused a lot of trouble together. Made some friends, made some enemies, and had some seriously crazy situations that we were lucky to make it out of in one piece. We had hilarious times but I guess we also saw each other go through a lot. It’s still hard to believe that the guy that shares all these experiences with me isn’t here anymore. It’s been a long time since we’ve seen each other, but I’m gonna miss you a lot regardless. I don’t know if I ever once told you that I loved you but I did, and do. Rest in peace cousin. Feels weird to say that. I’ll tell our stories for as long as I’m around.