I used to walk the halls at school and I would see him standing by his locker, chatting with a friend or just standing there pretending to do something, prolonging the eventual truth that he would have go to class.
I remember he would spray Axe all over the hallway just to annoy the teachers and the girls. What an awful smell.
I remember when he would trip and fall over some nonexistent object and then roll dramatically down the hallway.
I laugh when I remember how he dumped his waterbottle all over me on field day because I said I was hot. That made me mad. It was really cold.
I hear his crazy random rap songs whenever I look at his picture.
Even though I would never admit it to him, my special place is wherever he is. The funny thing about that is when he was around I never got Writer’s Block.

You were an awesome friend.

I miss you.