No matter how many brothers you lose under such tragic and extreme circumstances these calls never get easier. My head is fucked since the phone rang this morning. Wes isn’t a phone person and, given the three hour time difference, I knew what had happened. Absolutely nothing prepares you, even if you’ve played out the scenario in your head 23,000 times. I’m weathered enough to know that beating myself up over actions that could have been taken isn’t going to do anything. Time travel is not an option… But certain memories are just as good. These we own until we too move on.

Chachi, you brought a lot of laughs and joy into my world. I spent a good 500 nights with you in West Philadelphia. It’s been a minute but like certain souls we’d always pick right back up when we’d talk. Fuck. I even named my kitten Chachi for a minute because he walked like you. I am forever blessed to have shared a house, stage and book with you. You’ll be missed more than you could have ever imagined.

MGM

(Originally posted at 23 WLVS)