brother man!

as i sit listening to your last
saturday night radio show i can't
help but think i won't listen to
the radio much after you're gone.
having you as a friend these past
two years has meant the world to
me. with birds flying out windows,
furniture attached to the ceiling
and satellites falling from the
sky, we kept our cool through it
all. and in another life we were
probably drug buddies. but not this
life my friend. here we kept our
heads held high and our wallets
well padded. from city to city we
live seeking adventure and friendly
faces. i picture you walking the
warm winter streets of austin
wearing a cowboy hat and belt
buckle and i envy you my friend.
it's been a goddamn pleasure having
you as a roommate and a friend.
we've had some great times together.
i know you'll make friends quick
and get the ball of crazy rolling
right away down in austin. my
only advice is don't take any shit
from those warm-blooded bastards
and never look to your past too often.
i love you man. i'll be down there
drinking lonestars with you soon enough.
-mark-

just putting this someplace for safekeeping.