Then I sat and cried with him and we watched the sunset together. He’s buried at a really beautiful spot surrounded by nothing but sky and mountains.

Yeah so anyway my friend and I spent 3 months talking non-stop. We grew a special bond… and then he k*lled h*mself! Today was the anniversary of his death and I drove to San Diego to find his burial place. I sat with him and talked to him and we listened to an album that we had listened to together.