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Tuesday, March 31, 2009

To my Gr. 8, 9, and 10 Best Friend.

Hey Jesse. I know you will never read this, as I have not talked to you in almost 6 years now, but I just wanted to say I miss you brother.

We used to be inseparable back in the day. Remember Ms. Shipley? The comfy couch that we used to all gather round at the end of the day? How about our fascination with Magic the Gathering? Do you remember how I was too poor to afford more than one deck, so you would lend me cards and let me pretend they were mine for the day? I miss that.

We were such dorks. I still reminisce about the 4 tapes worth of recordings we made for our "talk show" and the mock fantasy fights in the woods with broken branches. I remember corrupting your brother and introducing him into our twisted version of reality. The first time I ever ate hamburger helper was at your house and the first time you ate curry, was at mine. Even playing countless hours of N64 while gorging ourselves on White Spot was time well wasted. Hell, I even miss the one month you stayed at my house when things got too much for you at home. It was a fun month.

Dude. Where the fuck did you go?

We spent countless hours talking about what we would do when we grew up and how much our parents pissed us off. Oh we were bad asses.

I smoked my first joint with you. We were sitting in the woods, debating what to eat with our allowance, when you brought out the mystical white cocoon. I was shocked and fascinated. You had already smoked once you said, and I had to try it. So we did, burning the chronic with nonchalant ease. I remember walking around Hendersons Centre, massive grin on my face and experiencing what could only be described as floating on air. That was a good day, and I thank you for that.

As time went on, we slowly started drift apart. You made friends with a different crowd, and we hopelessly struggled to maintain our friendship. It was inevitable that it would fall through the cracks, yet we still tried. We still met occasionally, but only to do asinine and completely pointless things. Although to be fair, fire hockey and the "tow a fridge with a car while someone sits in it" incident(s) were quite memorable.

We clicked again in Gr. 11 for a little while, however that was only due to the Nepal trip (fucking mrs. brown that cunt). Once that ended, we drifted back to our respected crowds and things returned to high school normality.


Remember when you got beat up on the way to school back in the day? I was so angry. You were unusually ok with it, but I was fuming. I wanted to find the people who had done this to you and rip their faces off. Granted I was a small child, but even back then I had some serious fire in me.

Listen man, if in some fucked up reality you ever do read this, get in touch with me. I don't have your number, your address, last known whereabouts. Nothing. You literally dropped off the face of the planet. Hell, I talked to Daesha a little while ago, and she told me last she talked to you was about 4 years ago.

Where in the world is Carmen Sandiego eh?

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