[Do The Dramatic]

A couple of summers ago, my best friend Britt and I were blazing by the river and I got a call...I looked at the call display and it was our good friend Logan. Usually I don't pick up my phone when I'm stoned because I act like an absolute idiot, but there was this feeling in my stomach that told me not to disregard this call. I answer and I hear a ladies voice and crying. I instantly knew something was wrong because there would be no reason for Logan's mom to be calling me unless something had happened. What she told me was the worst thing someone had ever told me over the phone, ever...Logan had been driving around with a friend of his, the friend ran a stop sign, slammed on the breaks, Logan flew through the windshield and was killed instantly. I kept it together while she finished talking, but as soon as I hung up, I broke down and had to tell Britt what happened. We both just sat there sobbing, no talking, for like three hours. It all just seemed to surreal...we had hung out with Logan the previous night, he was alive and well and now he was gone forever. I never got a proper goodbye, and not a day goes by that I don't think about him. It was probably one of the worst days of my entire life...it will be three years ago this coming June, and it's just as hard to talk and write about it now than on the day it happened.

Britt and I now have a tradition that on his birthday and the anniversary of his death, we go and sit by his grave stone and burn one for him...it's what he would have wanted.