Remember when you would come to the Red House and play Call of Duty? We all blew away a few years of our life just to level our guns up.

So they'd be gold plated.

In a virtual world.

You even got our clan name tattooed on you, "YNY". I thought that was dope. A bit serious but dope.

I also remember a point in time where we had a bit of bad blood but it was never anything real.

Some years ago you became a bartender at the bicycle shop. And when I would come back from my travels, you'd buy my first drink and we'd exchange stories; you'd tell me how much you were growing, you were practicing vegetarianism (borderline impossible in Mobile, Alabama), that you'd started training with Bobby Rivers to become some Brazilian Ju Jitzu bad ass and that you had given up partying.

That's the reason I love Spring.

Because there's something of unexplainable magic watching a lifeform become itself.

We all know this.

We understand this.

I got to watch you flourish, my guy. Oh how YOU, you became and your new energy.....magnetic!! You started to control your life. I could sense you had made promises to yourself and you were going to keep them.

This is how I will remember you Cory.

In your Spring.

Love you, PigPuke(YNY).