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Gonna just take this moment to shout out an RIP to my Native American homie Scott who died a slow, painful scary death, alone, addicted to pain killers, due to lifelong chronic pain but was ultimately taken out by an infection from a broken leg because he slipped on some stairs while stuck living with his mother into his 40s, bankrupted and unable to afford proper treatment.

I always miss you Scott. It's been so many years, decades now since you helped raised me over the internet and knew me better than anyone else ever will and I will never forget you. When I listen to the music you put me on to I can barely stand to exist. I'm sorry I keep relapsing I know you would want me to do better I wish I could have held you once, I wish you'd lived long enough that before my downfall I could have helped you get the help you needed.

You touched so many lives even after we grew apart, the tributes to you online were hundreds and hundreds of pages long before those forums were /dev/null'd and I know your beautiful spirit lives on in dozens of lives.

And I will always respect you for stealing my girl from all the way across the other side of the world. You mufuckin pimp you.

Stay Ghost Dancing, Recidivist Sideways.