Hey there. it’s boobs younger sister. i’ve been thinking a lot about what i’d say if i wrote a post, but it’s been hard. i’ve been scrolling through some of his posts and comments, and god damn. i just miss him a lot.
anyways, we had a bit of a falling out over the past few years, and i will always regret the missed time. we were really close before that, though, and before he was teaching all of you about free speech, he was teaching me about how to live life.
he taught me how to drive a stick (after i got the hang of it, he told me to push the gas down and then release the clutch quickly on a dirt road…i’ve never seen him laugh as hard as he did at my terror as we spun out). he took me on my first real motorcycle ride after i got my endorsement. he was the first person to let me drink (and get me drunk), but then he and his wife slept downstairs on the couches to make sure i was ok. he took me and my friends sledding on a saucer attached to his gokart as he flung us around a field. we went on midnight gokart adventures to “area 51.” it was just an abandoned warehouse he found, but it was awesome.
he was great, and will be so, so missed.
and don’t ask how he died. it’s rude and i’m not gonna tell you. you don’t get to have personal info just ‘cause ya curious. but feel free to post tantrums anyways. i like to laugh at people’s false sense of entitlement.
Hey there. it’s boobs younger sister. i’ve been thinking a lot about what i’d say if i wrote a post, but it’s been hard. i’ve been scrolling through some of his posts and comments, and god damn. i just miss him a lot.
anyways, we had a bit of a falling out over the past few years, and i will always regret the missed time. we were really close before that, though, and before he was teaching all of you about free speech, he was teaching me about how to live life.
he taught me how to drive a stick (after i got the hang of it, he told me to push the gas down and then release the clutch quickly on a dirt road…i’ve never seen him laugh as hard as he did at my terror as we spun out). he took me on my first real motorcycle ride after i got my endorsement. he was the first person to let me drink (and get me drunk), but then he and his wife slept downstairs on the couches to make sure i was ok. he took me and my friends sledding on a saucer attached to his gokart as he flung us around a field. we went on midnight gokart adventures to “area 51.” it was just an abandoned warehouse he found, but it was awesome.
he was great, and will be so, so missed.
and don’t ask how he died. it’s rude and i’m not gonna tell you. you don’t get to have personal info just ‘cause ya curious. but feel free to post tantrums anyways. i like to laugh at people’s false sense of entitlement.
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