Jerry's Lure

Hey Brother.

Had some stuff going on around me lately that bring my thoughts in your direction regularly.

I'm not sure what to tell you really. I mean your wife is still a psycho and your kids are still ingrates.....as far as I can tell from my happy distance anyway.

I'm really wondering lately what it's like where you are.

I remember sitting with you watching you create things I couldn't imagine with more ease than I could draw breath. It made you seem sort of magical to me.

I remember bickering for no particular reason all the way to a fishing spot and the argument evaporating as soon as we saw water.

I remember pissing everyone off in the house with our incessant laughter.

The last dozen years of our relationship weren't as close as it could have been, but in hind sight that probably was your best prank yet. Now I'm the little bitch living with the regret til my meat suit expires.

Everyone has their opinions on how you spent your time here on earth. I've been guilty of that myself from time to time.

Some people might say your early and painful exit were just a product of your lifestyle. That your suffering was your own fault.

Maybe it is, truth is maybe every grown man brings everything on themselves.

But the other truth is that doesn't really matter when that grown man is my brother

I miss you all the same.

I've lost count of the funny pictures and videos I almost forwarded on to you.

I made something this weekend.

I was remembering the wooden rattle trap you carved and painted with angry eyes and shark teeth. You whipped it up in an hour without any guess on how to make a crankbait and caught fish with it.

I remember always qualifying that I'm not an artist. Because artists tend to be losers.

I made this lure less in your honor for remembrance, but as a reminder that you proved me wrong without even still being here.

See ya again one day sasquatch.