Yeah, I think about him a lot.
He meant so much to so many.
He had these unreal powers.
We all felt it.
He loved me so much.
I loved him so much too.
I was always amazed by him.
What I remember is so vivid.
Poppy was so fucked up.
They wouldn't let me see him.
They called it a closed casket funeral.
Never saw him.
Sometimes I wonder if he faked it.
I dream about finding him somewhere.
He tells me how he did it.
He always looks so happy.
After what? 24-25 years now I still dream about that shit.
Magic is so fucking real.