I worked with this dude for a while. We would spend 8-hour shifts shooting the breeze. We had mutual hate for the company owners we worked for. Sadly for them, we talked a lot of hilarious shit non-stop. It was a treasure trove of dipshittery there. He was technically my superior. (Site Supervisor - aka dude who sat in a truck all day while I did all the work, aka useless Russian Mob Insurance plant) He was rightfully bored to the teeth. Anyhoo, we were work pals, but one day, he just flat-out disappeared without a trace, and no one has ever seen him since. All online stuff stops around this time. I considered him a friend, but looking back, he may have just thought of me as a fan? or an Employee. Not sure. He was a genius type but was also swamped with personal struggles. Suitable for high-level artistic output, bad for general happiness. Lame for any lasting, authentic friendship.

I have this background fantasy that one day we will collaborate on something podcasty. This also feels like how I will reconnect with my dead Grandmother once I get to Heaven. Sup Pat? The Eye of Sauron sees you! I saved your blue hardhat and trusty hammer for if we ever meet agayn. Installed a new head-strap for you and used it while building a Cosco Tilt-Up style. During the Crane days, I slightly felt more like PileDriver guy than Carpenter guy. I thought of you a few times.