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I don't remember saying more than 20 words at John's funeral. Staring at the floor and saying "Hi" to people I haven't seen in months/years was all I could manage. He would've hated that shit, all that religious baggage that comes with death. Devin showed up in a clown's outfit, and I thought it was perfect. The entire ceremony I was just thinking about my memories of John and myself, just us two, and the adventures we had. One time we were driving on PCH, while it was deserted, and decided to just stop the car and have a dance party for a few minutes. Another time; we broke into the train yard and messed a bunch of shit up and, while we were leaving, John sprays me with a fire extinguisher and makes me throw up, then he takes me by my old job, who fired me, and I proceeded to throw rocks through the windows of it. They don't sound like much, but those memories of hanging out with John and remembering how much fun we had is something that I'm never going to forget. I don't care how old I get, I'll always remember.. and when I'm in a sticky situation that I don't know the answer to, I can always ask myself, "WWJZD?" Can't go wrong there.
Oh, and I got a new pipe.
Oh, oh! And Craig and Robbie sent John a bunch of flowers from England. That was awesome. My cousins are awesome.
Oh, and I got a new pipe.
Oh, oh! And Craig and Robbie sent John a bunch of flowers from England. That was awesome. My cousins are awesome.