We shared countless sunrises and spectacular sunsets. We worked hard and played harder. We sliced Titleists together, and dropped tap-ins. We carved up curves in convertibles and avoided a wide array of shitty drivers while we motorcycled.
Don’t misunderstand, it wasn’t only good times. We also cut grass, weed-wacked, painted and mulched a time or two. We shared lawn mowers and hangovers. You had a polarizing disposition and not everyone liked your style, but you were good for me. You’d get into my hair sometimes but I’d forget why and look for you anyhow.
Today didn’t start out seeming like it was time to say goodbye, like it was all over. But then it happened. It happened fast,
the
slam,
the crunch,
the realization,
the profanity.
I crushed my favorite Ray-Ban Wayfarers with the trunk lid. I guillotined them apart like Marie Antoinette