you guys do not have to read this.
i just had to type it to sorta vent.
typing in addition to banging a wrench against a pole untill i couldn't feel my arm.
police wont say anything so we have no idea how it happened. some say it was a suicide but i wouldn't think so.
hey drew remember the time my dad showed up with the bed filled, so we had to ride the bikes home? we were doing at least 65 down that dirt road, only took us 4 minutes to get home
drew do you remember riding through the river trying to get to the dunes? You would always just stand up on your seat, and my bike would ALWAYS stall 15 feet from the end, and i'd get my shoes wet
do you remember drew when you went bombing over the jump in my driveway, and you could barely walk for a week? my dad was asking if you were alright and i was just laughin my butt off
and how you always used to get pissed off because your handlebars were bent. all i had to say was maybe if you hadn't dumped the bike in the sand so many times they wouldn't be bent
remember how you used to beat me up after i said something like that, get me into a head lock untill our sides hurt from laughter
how bout that time we drove my dads old truck down to stop and shop and got some soda? you were what 15? that truck was some fun
remember when you first got that bike? I saw that thing sitting in my garage and thought, that must be that italian gajieva 125 your friend had. naw it was too nice. Kawasaki, nah its no italian bike.
we ran out of gas and decided to just use some Sthil 2 stroke mix, we were pretty damn stupid. Of course we just poured that right into the tank and didn't mix it... we were shakin your bike for an hour saying "hey, whos bike is this anyway? nah keep shakin"
Then i got my YZ, we thought we was da kine. seeing those two bikes freshly cleaned, cuz thats all they ever were with us, damn they were so pretty. they'd lean together when we strapped them in the back of the truck. Yeah drew, they're sisters haha
Then when you started working for my dad, that was nonstop fun... we just made fun of him alll day long. "Hey hand me that nail driver inner device like thingy" "you mean the hammer?"
You got that little pos chevy s-10, why did you ever get a chevy? god what a pile... it wouldn't start when the sun wasn't up, barely went above idle. we tried to take that thing off roading haaa what a laugh
then you got the ford, our ford. that truck was so nice it was all we could talk about... the big tires from your dad, how did you ever let you take them...
getting rid of your bike and your truck tore me apart... more than it did to you. I guess i'm better off, i got your truck now and trust me, that truck will be jacked. "diesel" right? haha
I can't remember when the last time i saw you was... before yesterday
I didnt believe it at first, i mean how could i? how could you, andrew, how could you go? you protected everyone close to you, we all felt safe around you. maybe not with the crazy things you do, but if danger comes around, you're there to help us.
and when i went there and saw jake with tears covering his face, i couldn't hold it in anymore. don't cry don't cry... don't let it out just hold it in till my face burns.
then james, what the hell is james going to do now? how can he go on? you know him better than anyone else so tell me drew, what the heck is he going to do?
seeing your dad he's so much like you. he's short but hes damn strong, his hands are like steel.
then seeing you, what you were... what you aren't... i broke down
your mom says you were just talking about us, saying you were going to come back and work with my dad, you were gunna give us a call... you have no idea how much i want that call now, but i can never have it
your mom hugs me and says "tyler, you were the best", no i wasn't. you were the best. how the heck can i be if i hadn't called you for a year? a year? a year is nothing when you live to be 75, but how about 17? 17 years old?
now all i can do is remember that bacon pizza, and the bottle of corona.
I went into your room and saw the speakers we spent 3 hours hooking up.
then i saw the tire that was bald in 2 weeks after doing burnouts in the driveway.
I held the gas cap. we glued it, siliconed it, strapped it, and clamped it. we even tried to duct it and that didn't even hold. as you say, if you can't duct it..... guess you had to spend the $10 for a new one after all huh?
Still don't know why, i don't know if i want to know how. don't know why you had to be so close to coming back and leave us.
i'll never forget, trust me i will never, never forget.
the earring in my ear will stay there till the day i die. that truck will never, never leave me.
drew, we all need you back
i just had to type it to sorta vent.
typing in addition to banging a wrench against a pole untill i couldn't feel my arm.
police wont say anything so we have no idea how it happened. some say it was a suicide but i wouldn't think so.
hey drew remember the time my dad showed up with the bed filled, so we had to ride the bikes home? we were doing at least 65 down that dirt road, only took us 4 minutes to get home
drew do you remember riding through the river trying to get to the dunes? You would always just stand up on your seat, and my bike would ALWAYS stall 15 feet from the end, and i'd get my shoes wet
do you remember drew when you went bombing over the jump in my driveway, and you could barely walk for a week? my dad was asking if you were alright and i was just laughin my butt off
and how you always used to get pissed off because your handlebars were bent. all i had to say was maybe if you hadn't dumped the bike in the sand so many times they wouldn't be bent
remember how you used to beat me up after i said something like that, get me into a head lock untill our sides hurt from laughter
how bout that time we drove my dads old truck down to stop and shop and got some soda? you were what 15? that truck was some fun
remember when you first got that bike? I saw that thing sitting in my garage and thought, that must be that italian gajieva 125 your friend had. naw it was too nice. Kawasaki, nah its no italian bike.
we ran out of gas and decided to just use some Sthil 2 stroke mix, we were pretty damn stupid. Of course we just poured that right into the tank and didn't mix it... we were shakin your bike for an hour saying "hey, whos bike is this anyway? nah keep shakin"
Then i got my YZ, we thought we was da kine. seeing those two bikes freshly cleaned, cuz thats all they ever were with us, damn they were so pretty. they'd lean together when we strapped them in the back of the truck. Yeah drew, they're sisters haha
Then when you started working for my dad, that was nonstop fun... we just made fun of him alll day long. "Hey hand me that nail driver inner device like thingy" "you mean the hammer?"
You got that little pos chevy s-10, why did you ever get a chevy? god what a pile... it wouldn't start when the sun wasn't up, barely went above idle. we tried to take that thing off roading haaa what a laugh
then you got the ford, our ford. that truck was so nice it was all we could talk about... the big tires from your dad, how did you ever let you take them...
getting rid of your bike and your truck tore me apart... more than it did to you. I guess i'm better off, i got your truck now and trust me, that truck will be jacked. "diesel" right? haha
I can't remember when the last time i saw you was... before yesterday
I didnt believe it at first, i mean how could i? how could you, andrew, how could you go? you protected everyone close to you, we all felt safe around you. maybe not with the crazy things you do, but if danger comes around, you're there to help us.
and when i went there and saw jake with tears covering his face, i couldn't hold it in anymore. don't cry don't cry... don't let it out just hold it in till my face burns.
then james, what the hell is james going to do now? how can he go on? you know him better than anyone else so tell me drew, what the heck is he going to do?
seeing your dad he's so much like you. he's short but hes damn strong, his hands are like steel.
then seeing you, what you were... what you aren't... i broke down
your mom says you were just talking about us, saying you were going to come back and work with my dad, you were gunna give us a call... you have no idea how much i want that call now, but i can never have it
your mom hugs me and says "tyler, you were the best", no i wasn't. you were the best. how the heck can i be if i hadn't called you for a year? a year? a year is nothing when you live to be 75, but how about 17? 17 years old?
now all i can do is remember that bacon pizza, and the bottle of corona.
I went into your room and saw the speakers we spent 3 hours hooking up.
then i saw the tire that was bald in 2 weeks after doing burnouts in the driveway.
I held the gas cap. we glued it, siliconed it, strapped it, and clamped it. we even tried to duct it and that didn't even hold. as you say, if you can't duct it..... guess you had to spend the $10 for a new one after all huh?
Still don't know why, i don't know if i want to know how. don't know why you had to be so close to coming back and leave us.
i'll never forget, trust me i will never, never forget.
the earring in my ear will stay there till the day i die. that truck will never, never leave me.
drew, we all need you back



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