It’s his birthday tomorrow. He would have been turning 61. I now haven’t seen him for 15 years and I haven’t spoken to him in 8 years. I’d like to think he’d be saying “about fucking time!” with me studying at uni.
Happy Birthday for tomorrow bro. The world has always been less of everything without you in it. ???
UPDATE: In this week of creative writing, we being asked to keep a Writer’s notebook and carry it around for the next few days and to jot things down. I added this to it just a few moments ago…
