MrFriendly

I don't why I said yes, but for some reason you always seemed so confident about the drugs we were taking. Hell, most of the time I didn't even question what you were feeding me. But fuck man, what ever we put up our noses before The Flaming Lips, it was just the buzz we needed.

I can't exactly remember at what point we met those girls. What I do remember was when the band started playing this song, those girls took us in their arms, pilling off their heads, and we all starting crying. Not because we were sad, but because we were all so damn happy. This song obviously meant something to each of us. In our drug induced euphoria, we all embraced eachother and cried.

What a smashing gig that was.

Bit by bit, I just couldn't handle taking drugs like that anymore. But Jesus man, you were a machine, I just couldn't handle it like you could. But as time went on, I started to do it less and less, and you started to do it more and more.

After a time I started to become concerned, I think we all did. I can't remember at what point we lost contact, but I sure as shit remember running into you infront of the net cafe. No offense dude, you looked horrific, and that mind, that beautiful mind of yours, it just seemed gone for ever.

That was the last time I ever saw you dude, that was the last interaction between us as human beings. I hadn't seen you in ages. It hurt man. You could have been anything you wanted. You had the brains, you had the charm and charisma, you never realised just how brilliant your mind really was.

I'll never forget that drug fueled moment. I'll never forget that moment we shared when we heard those exact lyrics and began to cry. I will never forget the ridiculous shit we used to get up to. I'll never forget you.

But Christ I wish I knew what happened to you dude. I hope things got better, I hope you started to make a go of it. I hope you found the things you needed to make you happy.

From my damp little apartment in Melbourne, to where ever the fuck you're kicking around now. Take easy dude.

You were God's own prototype. Too weird to live, and too rare to die.

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Shell

I'm sorry for your
loss, Mr. Friendly

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percy

I just realized I wasted 2 minutes reading this thread

Craven Morehead

A sad, sad story. Sorry for the loss.

Salem

This song always stirs up some intense emotions for me as well. *hug*