Dear Michael,

Hey, man.

I was just getting to know you a little bit... I dug the fact that you had little kids just like me... you were trying hard to be a good husband and father... but you were just as fucked up and interesting as the rest of us.

You had a great voice, man. And really expressive eyes.

I feel bad for your kids: their Dad is gone. And no matter what kind of gloriousness, progression, or nothingness that follows this life... for the kids, their Dad is just gone.

I won't be seeing you on 35th or 22nd anymore, amigo. It might have been occasional, but you were a good guy to know.

Rest in peace, brother. You fought the good fight.

Rich