For an Old Comrade


Hey brother, we knew each other for almost five years, drank mead and fireball like wolves on the solstice nights at ‘the spot’ by the lake, hiked the woods of Rattlesnake Point, and walked beside the Credit River. The women came and went, and we stayed true to brotherhood in the end. We went to every metal gig in Toronto we could manage, and had some mutual friends. Our ways branched off in a tree planting camp several years ago, when I went back to Texas, and you went home. Wondering if you still live in the province, Ryan Pryde? What are you doing with your life?

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