"My Letter To Larry..."

Scooter...

(TOO serious...)

Dear Larry...

A week has come and gone since I received the first text message that things were amiss with you and your well being.  Your sister kept me posted and up-to-date on things that were happening... how things were progressing.

After having received the first message, I was prepared to pack a bag and be on my way down to be there with you...  Your family (sister) said it wasn't necessary, that you didn't want company.

I understood that and respected that...

As the week wore on, I decided that I would come down and see you anyway... you are my pal... friends do things like this.  I wanted you to know... I needed you to know that I have valued you and your friendship this much... and our friend, Jerry, made the trip with me...

Never mind that you caused me to un-friend you FOUR times on Facebook...

At times you could be SUCH a dick!!!

Scooter

(More Like The One I Knew At Work...)

... like the time you were so  mean-spirited at Lunch, that I had no other choice but to get up and walk out... You could have such a sharp tongue, and be so mean-spirited with your comments, although you possibly/probably didn't quite mean them that way.

... like the time you corrected a nurse who said she would relay some of your questions to the doctor... and you were quick to point out that you were also a doctor...

Someone had written your name on a dry-erase board in your hospital room, and you managed the  energy and strength to get up, walk to the board, and write 'Dr.' before your name.

But you were also the funny guy who announced to a group of us that you could moonwalk like Michael Jackson...

... and of course you couldn't...

... or the time you told us... insisted to us... 

that you looked like Brad Pitt....

... which of course, you didn't...

But... I am glad that we were able to come down and see you...

I hope that you heard and recognized my voice... when I first got there... and I leaned over and announced in your ear... that 'some people will do ANYTHING to get out of work...'

I think you heard Jerry when he told you that we were going to break you out and take you to Bourbon Street... and find you a whore...  I think you heard that because you actually strung together a few coherent words... something along the line of...

"... that would be fun..."

... the way you seemed to turn your head towards me when I called you, "Scooter"...

I am sure you didn't hear me when I had to go outside from time to time to cry...

I'm not ashamed or embarrassed to cry... I just didn't want you to hear it...

But my heart is so broken...

I miss you so... and will miss you even more so as time passes...

(how I will always remember you...)

I will remember that day you came up with that brilliant observation...

"No one gets to choose his own nickname!"

... and then you set out to disprove it by coming up with names that you always wanted us to call you.  Instead of those 'power names' you wanted, we opted for names such as 'Mageever,'... or 'Scooter,'... or 'Lars'...

I had hope to see that glimmer in your eye when you had something fabulous or funny that you were going to share...

I hope you were able to recognize my voice... and understand my message... when I said those last words to you before I left...

"I love you, buddy..."

~Octopus Prime~

(one of his nicknames he had for me...)

P.S.

I'll be damned..

Upon further reflection, 

you DO look like Brad Pitt!!!