Though sad, I had a warm laugh thinking about you: How we used to laugh about Disco Dan and the tags all over DC. That time we were roller blading in DC and those homophobic sailors whistled at us because they thought we were a couple. When you said you bought a dog and then you brought over Newt which was a hairless dog and he needed suntan lotion before he went out in the sun so he wouldn't get burnt. When we were renovating your place on Capitol Hill and you looked up at the ceiling said what's that? And it was the formica top of a table that someone had patched the floor with under the bathtub which had leaked and rotted the floor. That time we went waterskiing and you said you were okay at it, then you got on one ski and solo slalomed. I should have known since you were from the land of 1000 lakes. When you convinced me to join a rollerblade race and we ended up being in an advanced race with Team Rollerblade who were drafting each other and must of lapped us like 4 times. The time I took a loan against my TSP and bought that Hurricane from you then wrecked it the next week on an exit ramp and you teased "No refunds." When you got p*ssy that I was listening to DC101 too loud, yet you were totally into Bad Brains and Dinosaur, Jr. Rest in Peace, Bro.