charlie

So. Six months, give or take. The doc got real cagey when I pushed him on the number, which is doctor for "less," but whatever. im not writing this for the sad face. if you do the sad face at my funeral i WILL haunt you and i will be so annoying about it, you know i will.

heres the actual reason im writing.

i never said this out loud cause we dont do that, you and me. but you saved my life. not the figure of speech version, the real one. i was 22 up on that parking garage roof not doing great and you showed up with a sixpack of the worst beer ever made and some story about your cousins wedding that didnt even have an ending, and you just sat up there with me till it got light. you didnt try to fix anything. you stayed. i clocked it man. i never said so but i clocked exactly what you did that night.

we had a good run honestly. better than most people get. and i'd know, i watched a LOT of people.

im scared, not gonna lie. but way less than i'd be if id done any of this solo, and i never had to, cause there was always you and a bad idea and usually snacks.

ok. funeral rules:

no heroics

get everybody drunk

tell the raccoon story, long version, do the voices

make em laugh till somebody cant breathe

love you. yeah i said it. its in writing now so you cant even clown me for it, im gonna be dead lol

ps — tell your mom thanks for everything. she'll know what for.