I heard Alanis Morissette on the way home and thought of you. You bought me the Jagged Little Pill CD the day it came out. You gave it to me that night I got stuck walking 2 miles to a gas station so I could call you to come pick me up after my piece of shit Ford broke down for the 80th time.
I think I'll cry every time i hear bag pipes for the rest of time.
I have to close my eyes still if I'm watching a movie that involves a helicopter crash.
The last time I talked to you, you said I should give parenthood a try cause it was pretty cool. You would have liked the boys.