Sunday, January 7, 2024
My clearest memory of Brian: hanging out way past the time everyone else had left my high school graduation party. Sitting on the hood of a car in the dark summer night, just chatting about nothing. That introspective quiet time isn’t something you can share with just anyone. And it was so crucial to those years to have people who just got you, and had no agenda, and would have done anything for you, all at the same time.
We hadn’t spoken in a long time — probably not since around the time everyone stopped chatting on AIM at 2am — but I hope you found some peace, friend.