My dearest friend, from now, ages ago. The things that stay w us, and then flashing back miraculously, randomly, couldnt be coincidence. Couldn't wait to see u every morn in the schoolyard, besties bro. Memories of your long brown hair of yesteryear, hanging at 'Boots' pinball store before the morn bell. Was always there if I had a jam w another kid. Look at what's stuck thru the many decades, YOU bro. This morn, randomly, you're front+center, some things we're not meant to understand for the short time we're here. Till we meet again bro, thru Gods Grace