This post is one I've felt the need to write for a while. Get it off my chest, as it were. For most of my life since probably middle school, ever since I started to feel that I didn't find it with my parents religion I've suffered from Depression. I still suffer from it, though I'm doing much better. College and the few years after were probably the worst I've ever had it. My life wasn't that bad, I just was not in a good place and made poor decisions as a result.
I ended up dropping out of college because I never went to my classes. I stayed up all night, sometimes just staring at the wall, and then slept a few hours before I went to work. Work was the only highlight I had during those times I wasn't gaming with friends. Work was where I met my best friend in the whole damn world, Marty.
I could never express how much Marty means to me. He was the reason I loved that job. I joked around with him, we had towel wars, it was awesome. I had an equally wonderful time while he and I were roommates and we started to really work on ghost hunting. He shares my sense of humor, and love of talking in funny voices. We can spend hours just recording things and then playing them back and laughing.
While the time I was with Susie was painful for me, I look back on it fondly because Marty was there. I don't think I would have survived that whole mess without him. I miss him constantly with him living down in Tooele.
He's an amazing photographer, and an amazing person. He was the minister at my wedding, along with the best man. While he are not related in anyway, I consider him my brother. I look forward to the day when my kids are all excited that "Uncle Marty" is coming to visit. This post is for you man. No matter how far away you are, or how bad things get, I know that you'll be there for me. The same as I will always be here for you. I love you man.
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