It can't rain all the time?

I couldn't think of a single quotable lyric having to do with missing a dead friend, so you get The Crow movie reference.

I had this friend, Chris. We weren't terribly close....but we hung out frequently. Screw it, we drunken rambled together, I knew his parents by first name, and he would come to see me at work. I suppose we were close. I was always so excited to see him and it was fantastic to have him around. He was only in a town a few months at a time, so it was always difficult to catch him. But we always found a way. He was hilarious, loved music I couldn't stand and would drink in bars with a viking helmet on. He was friggin awesome. And he had a smile that you could see from across the damn street.

One of the last times that I saw him, I burned him his own set of the Firefly dvds, but misplaced the fourth disc. I told him I'd get it to him the next time I saw him. Well, a few months after that, he died in a car accident. None of us took it all that well. Every once in a while, I lose my shit. I just cry. Well, needless to say, I never gave him the fourth dvd. I found it a few months after his death, while cleaning, and just sat on the floor and sobbed for hours. I didn't throw it away, though. So every once in a while, it will turn up in my room. I just stare at it. Sometimes I cry, sometimes I throw it away. (And then dig it out of the trash)

The past few weeks I've been thinking about him almost every day. I don't know if it's just because some of the people in my life remind me of him, or if it's just me missing hanging out with him.

I just want to sit on the couch with him again and watch tons of movies.

Tonight was a rough one. I tried a few things to get him off my mind. Including a 45 minute spurt on the arch trainer machine at the gym.

So, I cried for a little bit, changed my facebook photo, stared at the dvd and decided to rant on my blog. Might as well do it somewhere.