Testo Greg

You didn’t know Greg but Greg was a patriot, not like those assholes flying flags all claim to be. A patriot of more life and love than most of us could ever hope to know and it’s with the greatest regrets I took for granted the short time we had.

I didn’t witness the shots that would take a young life but I heard them through late night phone calls. It was with naiveté of youth that I assumed you’d be fine… I didn’t make your recovery but I made your funeral.

There’s a gravestone in a cemetery I have never seen and buried underneath it lays a soldier who did not succumb to war. Well, despite all my searching all I have are these faded memories of a cramped Denny’s booth where we traded stories and cigarettes.

I still live by advice that you gave me that night, how I should eat, sleep and fuck when I can. Don’t stress the small things in life and I’ll get by just fine. Well I’ll drink to the better days and regrets we’re living with.