From the ashes you spit out

Put on your sunglasses, light up your cigarettes. No ones going to forget about Ryan or the sun. Read some Noam Chomsky, drink some more coffee. No ones going to forget about Ryan or the sun.  Douse it in Sriracha, drown it in Tecate. No ones going to forget about Ryan or the sun.

I miss my friend so much. A year ago and a month later I started writing this song to deal with his passing. He was a victim of gun violence in gun crazy America...    Like Ryan, I also have difficulty finishing things. Except for coffee and beer.
I Love you my friend.
Thank you, for for being you. RIP

Abandoned ships