By Captainlunchbox 0 Comments
I wanna think you pulled some sort of D.B. Cooper-level mythic prank/stunt, you hilarious bastard, you. I want to go to sleep and know that soon, I can look forward to another video of you just being you. I'd like to hear you intro another Bombcast. I'd like to hear your trademark laugh.
At the end of tonight's bombcast, I'm in Michigan and it's going on 3 am. It feels so final to hear Brad, Jeff, Vinny, Pat, Alex, and Matt (I think that was everyone, sorry if not) talk about you (and have me alternately laughing and crying) and say goodbye. The last few seconds of silence were hard to bear.
I've been crying a lot since the news was broken. It's as if I've lost a dear friend, but I've never met you. However, you and your crew have entertained me for hundreds upon hundreds of hours. You've made me think, smile, laugh, and nod in agreement to all of your discussions, interviews, musings, and video-things.
I really hope you're somewhere where the bourbon flows and giant gummy bears do little tribal dances for you and say stupid pop culture catch phrases at your whim. You're an amazing man and so far, you're the only one that really gets me to stop crying over the loss of... you.
I miss you, friend. I hope I'll get to meet you some time... Thank you for all you've done for me.