He loved the theatre, loved performing, loved designing, loved creating.
He offered to make me caramel macchiatos, and left random and wacky voicemails.
He was a funny Harem guard, and the best Romance Bandit ever. He even gave me a rose.
He always wore a little skull and crossbones earring. It never matched the other one.
He called me because he was concerned about his friend, and he thought I could help.
Sometimes he called me just to call me.
He drove a blue Cavalier. And it killed him.
The last time I saw him we went out to eat at Outback Steakhouse. We laughed and told stories, and had a rowdy good time.
I couldn't eat at Outback for months afterwards. Especially not the one in Independence.
I only knew him for five months, but in that time, he inspired me, changed me, and I wonder what he could have done with only a little more time.
Jeremiah Dawson Nail was my friend. And I miss him.