My friend Garret was a strange man.
Over the years, our friendship has changed.
From the once bright, cheerful, ray of sunshine man I knew to a now distant shell called a person.
In his death, he left me his writings, and I found out whom he truly was in these pages.
However, in my eyes, he will always be Garret; I now know him for the broken person he truly was. So to you, fair viewer I present the last pages of my dear friend Garret.