Last known photo.
That fucker owed me $50.
I always get melancholy this time of year about my friend Abe, it wasn't until I found this photo in my tattoo album that I realized that it's always exactly around the time of his death. This actually is the last known photo (or the last one I know of, anyway) photo, I gave him the tattoo right before he climbed in the car to head to Texas - never to return....Not standing up, anyway.
He wasn't the first person I'd known to die too young and he wasn't the last but his left a huge mark on me.
Last week, right around the time I usually start thinking about the day I got that phone call, I just happened to drive through the ass-end of nowhere, which is where his family buried him and realized I couldn't find my way back to his grave if my life depended on it - which is unusual, I'm actually pretty good at retaining things like that and even if I can't give you directions I can usually find my way back somewhere I've been, especially if I've driven myself there.
I can still picture his face and remember his weird swagger but I had to ask for help finding my way back or even to recall what city it was in. I'm not usually big on visiting graves and don't put a lot of importance on the physical location of his remains but for someone I try to remember often it feels like far too long since I've been. It just doesn't feel right that it's taken until now.
I think I'll be making the trip soon.
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