We were in some classes together; although you were one year ahead of me. I remember that you were so much smarter than the teachers were-- so quick to think of some way to bullshit your way out of trouble XD In fashion class-- though you were the only guy and got alot of shit from the other guys in school for taking a 'girly' class-- you enjoyed yourself. I remember some guys stuck their heads into the classroom once and called you a fag, and you said; "What's faggy about spending time alone-- half naked-- with a bunch of chicks?" They couldn't say anything! No one would've been able to! XD On the first day of class, the teacher left to get something- you stood up and we all heard a loud 'RIIIP' sound. You ripped your pants on the corner of the work table XD And since no one else knew how to patch pants up-- there I was, with my hand down your jeans; trying to fix them before the teacher came back. >.< In art class, you even painted a giant pair of boobs and explained your 'portrait' in a way that was so complicated and poetic that you got a 98% on it!! haha~ you really *could* bullshit your way through anything, couldn't you? What you couldn't do though... was get yourself out of the slump that your depression dragged you into. You didn't say a word to any of us and before I knew it- you'd O.D'd. I really wish that you said something... to any of us, really! I still think about you every day-- and I always did, even when we parted ways after highschol. You were just a cool guy! Someone that everyone could get along with. A fun guy with a good sense of humor who made everyone around him feel good about themselves. I wish that you had the same affect on yourself, though. It's been one year and I miss you. I know that everyone whose life you'd ever touched will miss you. We shared alot of memories and not much of anything else-- but I will always refer to you as my friend because that is what you were. Love you, Bry.