I will miss walking into a club with him and spending the rest of the night wondering where the hell he got to. I will miss walking out the door with him and watching in bewildered amusement as he disappeared over the horizon, his legs a positive blur.
The fact that I only saw Bryan every few months ultimately packed a poignant punch for me as I received news of his passing sitting alone in Cromwells Tower on the barren Isle of Tresco in late August, a fitting backdrop for the saddest news I ever heard, the world suddenly desolate and cold. I sat and wondered how many times since January I had thought of calling him and never, just because. .
Bryan, unlike some you knew, you steered your own course, and though the destination was uncertain and the weather sometimes foul, to laugh with you as the waves crashed through the windows was my pleasure, I just wish your ship would have smashed itself on the rocks of Malibu, just once more. I haven' t even begun to miss you, mate.
Is that the time?
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