Hey bud… I actually think about you quite often- whenever I drive by your house. And since I live right down the street, I would always- even if just for a moment- think how you are doing.
I remember how our little middle school gang hung out in Lobo’s room. Or when Cristina pantsed you while your hands were full… unfortunately your boxers came down with your pants…. and unfortunately we were in the most cruel places of them all: middle school. But my favorite memories with you were when we would race home after high school. Up Hillside, on the freeway, and all the way to my house where you would wave or honk bye. And that was probably the most interaction we had in high school, but I cherish it. I still tell people about how I tried to race my neighbor with his bug and me in my station wagon!
It hit hard when I read RIP Greg Millard. You were always so true, so much yourself. I will always think of you when I drive by your house, just I always have. May you rest in peace.
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