Kevin.

My buddy Kevin died today.  We rode, played poker, drank, camped, even kept a regular bridge game together back in the day at the Mad Dog in the Fog in the lower Haight over pitchers of Fuller’s ESB.  Kevin was a guy who enjoyed life, and fuck, Kevin’s dead.  What the hell.  He had a great, dry sense of humor all the time.  A warped and wonderful outlook on life.  I’d love the smile on his face after putting in many miles on our cycles.  His smile while sitting in the great meadow up in the Sierras at Strawberry.  His smile when showing a fucking full house to beat my flush.  His smile when he walked down the aisle with the love of his life, Inwon.  His smile when quaffing an excellent brew and good food with friends.  

Dude.  Fare thee well brother.