July 3 2013 I woke up eager to plan my 4th of July celebration. I was making ridiculous Hawaiian macaroni salad, and rummaged through my closet to find my Lincoln Force shirt.

I remember tweeting Ryan that I'd found it, as I told him earlier in the week it had gone missing. He demanded then that I pony up for another one. And I nearly did... He never responded, and soon after I knew why.

Ryan was a friend. We weren't terribly close, but he'd become a mentor to me while I started working in game journalism. He even tried to get me a job with Anime Vice before that met its fate. I regret not getting that job, as I could have worked closer with everyone at Whiskey at the time.

Ryan would occasionally IM me, send me weird-ass links, and our friend moments were watching Golden Girls in Spanish or battling it out in Mario Kart 7. I respected him, and wish I could be anywhere near as confident and outgoing.

So, I just wanted to say I remember him and give a little insight as to why I cried for days after I got the news.