Logan... I dreamt of you last week, we were on a late night drive, riding together on a long, empty road. We listened to the music we grew up to, you pointed out the memories passing by as I drove, one by one. We shared laughs, we cried, it was beautiful. I find myself wanting to return to that dream when I close my eyes. I don't get out of bed anymore, I take sleeping pills to transport me to a world where you are still here.

o7

rest in paradise my friend... i cant believe youre gone

Logan... I just... I... You were my brother...

My son that. he wi'll be the perfect his mother needs him . If I must sacerafices

no they prolly joking

Like most people who say gorillahon

or sneedhon