Do you remember that one day we were sitting on the ugly brown vinyl couches in our living room, you on one, me on the other and I was aimlessly bouncing a plastic ball off of the wall? Then it suddenly took a bizarre deflection and bounced of two things then came right for you and you just casually leaned forward and head-butted it without changing the expression on your face. We just looked at each other and smiled, like, "Oh yeah, that just went down."
There was also that time we were both telling Jemily how much my new DI lamp resembled a hookah bong. They were both saying it sort of did, but that wasn't the first thing they'd think of, and hardly an automatic reaction to seeing it. Just then Pace opened the door looking for Jason and you said, "Pace, what's the first thing you think of when you look at this lamp?" And he immediately said, "bong" without even thinking.
Anytime I was restless at 2 in the morning, you were not only up, but up for a middle of the night headphone-walk around South Provo. Or a Del-Taco trip. Or a bad horror movie. Or a drive up the canyon. You made Deadlocked a fun band to be in, because you were the one everybody liked. We danced to Canned Heat with Jason on days we didn't have anything to be up for and then went right back to sleep without a word. We road-tripped to effing Oregon with half the band and an OCD engineer we couldn't keep focused on a mix. We stayed awake practically the whole time.
We threw a heavy-ass tube organ in the river.
Miss the good times and the good company. I would seriously pay for you to live in the same place as me at all times if I could.
Yes, yes, y'all.
I kiss br***ts y'all.
Adam's behind me isn't he?
He's humping, isn't he?
P.S. I have like no pictures of you.
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