Austin's Fatal Truth

   In my experience, memories of a first love can be fickle. They seem to morph with the passage of time. Sometimes, the memories glow with pristine preservation. Sometimes, they wither and fade. For me, they often come in dreams. Nonetheless, they always tend to make me happy, reminding me of carefree days gone by.

Growing up sucks. Losing pieces of your childhood to the mundate reality that is adulthood is lame. But, the lasting friends and memories you make along the way make growing up and transitioning away from your childhood so worth it. There are just certain jokes and moments that we share with exceptional people that essentially etch their own marks into our life stones. One of those people in my life was Brandon DiFabio, a best friend, who recently passed away a few days ago.