jacob adam...

       he would have been twenty-seven today. it's been eight years since he died and i still think about him quite often. stops me in my tracks. i can still see him as a little kid, with his huge smile and those dorky thick plastic rimmed glasses that were held on by the elastic sports band around the back of his head. he was my first best friend. we'd stay up late watching john wayne movies, high on mountain dew, playing wolfenstein, wrestling with his part-wolf dogs, terrorizing his older sister and her freaky iguana.

       and i remember the last time i saw him. he was such a beautiful boy. tall with thick, wavy dark hair, big brown eyes. we hadn't talked in ages and he waved at me, wanting to talk, but i was late for work.

       the life he lost has been wasted on me.