Hey Franky, I was talking about you today. My GM lost someone close to her and told me their story so I told her about you, about the shit we used to talk and the awesome shit you drew. I'm sorry man, I feel like I really aught to have done better for you. Fuck, but we were just kids then. I'm tired man, this getting old lark is less fun than I expected. I love you buddy, hope you're doing good in the great hall. I love you brother. Chris remembers you too. We talk often, still, and you come up a lot. Don't see much of the old crew really, only reason I keep this account open is to talk to you brother. I'm rambling on as usual, I'll let you get back to it. Keep my seat yeah?
-Ozz
Man, 2022, who'd have thought? This was supposed to be the future or something Franky my mate, you'd not believe the back stepping shit that's going on. I'd love to hear what you thought of it though, world's straight up weird these days, you'd have plenty to draw at least.
Anyway, I'm off again. Later, brother, save me a seat yeah?
I still miss you. The pain will never go away.
Hey man, been a couple of years, sorry about that. Your name's still with me though, I haven't lost my mind yet, I'll keep remembering, while I'm able; but I'll see you again sometime old friend, maybe one day I'll come find where they put you and we'll get that beer we always talked about.