I can't believe it's been 27 years already, it seems like it was only yesterday. September 7th will remain forever etched in my mind as the day I lost my best friend, the day everything I had known for years changed, and one of the worst days of my life. Even now, I wonder if it was a dream, but I know better than that. It makes me wonder what he would have been like had it not happened, what The Who would have been, hell, even who I would have been. But, some things I suppose are to go unanswered forever.
One of the best friends I've ever had.
Moonie, I can't even begin to describe how thankful I am to have found you again after all this time. As cliché as this is going to sound, it felt as if a piece of me was missing all those years you were gone. But now, we've managed to pick up right where we left off before, as if no time had elapsed at all. It's a shame we couldn't have gotten back together under differing circumstances.
But, enough of that. What say you and I go out to the pubs tonight and cause some trouble? My treat. I love you, Keith.