"More than a stunning debut. It is the announcement of a bold new literary voice"
—Stephen Chbosky, author of The Perks of Being a Wallflower

Sometimes I kind-of wonder what it would be like to be you. I mean not the whole dying part, or the hard partying substance abuser part, but the part that everyone aspires to. The person who left happiness he went. One of my favorite of your quotes is, “Be nice to everyone, always smile and appreciate things because it could all be gone tomorrow.” And I guess that’s what happened to you.

Then now and there I would think about you would do you in heaven, (if you actually are there.) Would you be listening to Reo Speedwagon, or Journey, or some kind of Classic Rock? Would you be thinking of the people you left behind, or disappointed when you mixed heroin and booze during that unfortunate night in that Canada hotel? Or maybe you would be writing letters like us, except to the living instead of the dead?
Would you be thinking of the best or of the worst times? Ugh, so many questions not enough answers, and if only you were alive many, many people wouldn’t have gone through the grief they did, some more than others but you know what I mean.

Others may hate you for what you did, others may still love you even though you died too young and too tragic, but for now all we can do is remember you, and that’s exactly what we can do.