In May 2006, I touched down in LAX for the start of an internship at my friend @rpsutherland's printing company. Before I could even unpack and adjust for jetlag, I was in @iamanerd's car, heading for some place called Simi Valley for a Prom Party. At the time, everyone I knew in California, aside from my mom was in that car with me. Within minutes of being there, Marco welcomed me like I was an old friend, never once feeling out of place, making sure I was having a good time. He had a way with people like that, something I would grow to learn over the summer, and seeing everyone's own anecdotes recently echoing the same. He introduced me to his friends, and his band mates, and everyone I would come to call my West Coast family, and a huge motivation for my need to move out West for good. From that night, every week was a drive out to an InMemory show, or a trip to Simi, racking up miles on my mom's car, burning through tanks of gas, to spend time with him and all my friends. I remember random breakfasts at his parents' house or various family members, long drives together riding back from shows in Lancaster, and staying up all hours of the night every weekend. Hangouts after shows, or just sitting in my car listening to whatever CD he happened to have on him at the time. I know this is all rambling, but it's been hard to put in to words every thought and memory that has been running through my mind today. Through him I met so many close friends that I've shared similar experiences, grew strong bonds, and people I consider closer than family. It's incredible to think that if it wasn't for that random party in Simi Valley over 9 years ago, my entire life could have turned out differently. Today has been a bit of a fog since I found out, and it hurts like hell to even think that you're gone. You had a hell of a fight, but you can finally rest now, and the worst is behind you. I'll see you soon brother. I love you.