Because this can’t go unsaid.
You’ve been a huge part of my life. I remember skipping physics class (and numerous others) in order to be the first of my friends to buy Hip CDs. I forget the physics, but I remember the power your words had over my teenage angst and melancholy, and the memories it still brings. My first dance with a boy was to Wheat Kings. My first credit card purchase was tickets to see you at the ACC two days before Christmas. Kingston means two things: limestone, and The Hip.
Fuck cancer in the fucking ass.