I see the things he posts and he is still the same. Still exactly the same. And it makes me miss him. I read his rants and random declarations and imagine how I would respond. I generally imagine his retort and find myself laughing. Even though nothing actually happened.
I miss the long nights we sat and talked and drank for hours. And sometimes we just drank. He knew when to hug me, when to change the music, and when to make a giant farting sound with his mouth.
I am missing my friend terribly.
Ah, Scott. Fuck.