We're home. NYC was great and I'll write all about it tomorrow-ish. Right now, I have something else to say.
Three years ago today we returned from another vacation, to North Carolina's Outer Banks. Three years ago today, a dear friend of mine died. He was 25.
I have tried to think of something profound and meaningful to say about my friend, but all I ever come up with is stuff about gum and sunglasses and crazy drunk conversations and none of it captures how amazing he was or how much I miss him or how much it still hurts.
We were each other's evil twin. I lost a part of myself three years ago today.
Miss you, Peanut.
Like crazy, baby.
Right click and save please, to hear him sing.