My fault, my failure, is not in the passions I have, but in my lack of control of them.
I don’t know how I’m going to make it. Not only through today, but through forever, without you. I can’t say goodbye, I won’t. It’ll always be ‘catch you later’ and you’ll make fun of me, a thousand times, just like you used to in that voice like in Dazed and Confused. I’ll always see you chasing after my car that night, barefoot and telling me not to go. You taught me more about how to live and how to love than anyone I have ever, and will ever have known. I’m so glad you, literally, strutted into my life in that baggy thrift store tie-dye and wild crystal blue eyes. I love you, Jeffrey Alan Dacus, with my whole fucking heart. You wouldn’t say RIP, you’d want me to vow to live in peace and love, and to rock on and rock out… forever.