December 24, 2005 at 11:03 pm
This is a sad, weird, and tragic event to consider the death of Jordan. Not right. I spent the day remembering him and our friendship and there is not enough room here for any one person to share even a small collection of memories. There are too many great memories. I'll boil it down to this, the giant grin, the laugh, creativity, love of friends, the flowing mane barely controlled by a torn tshirt sleeve, punk rocking, all around raging, skating, FIMO beads, and the twisted use and abuse of language to create the slang he used to express himself. His amazing mom that bore and created him. It's been a while since we were real close (Brunswicks) but those times are dear to me, and I hate to think now how that collection of memories is complete. Thanks for making this site to honor him and I'll be looking for some pictures to submit.