Hidden blunts in the trailer and endless ramp sessions to Doggystyle on repeat. John’s Tecates before surfing. Parking lot fist fights you were never gunna win and late night conversations about the deepest things and the most brain dead shit we could think of. You were always there, with the rest of the boys, waiting behind that side bedroom door with a smile, to a place that felt more like home than my own did.
Save some peaches up there for me my brother. My life is endlessly more colorful and beautiful for having you in it. Rest easy Casper.
