take them for granted when you do, miss them a lot once you lose them. whether it be a favorite blanket. a relationship. a friend, a feeling. A Person. Last, last Friday i went to the barbershop to get a haircut (a once in a blue moon experience nowadays) and sat in my barber's chair. As he was cutting my hair, I noticed that the guy that would always cut hair next to him wasnt there, and I presumed that he was off or sick. But there was something eerie about the whole vibe i got from staring at it: his chair. So, i asked.

Hemeran died 3 months ago. he was 61.

I say Hemeran, But i'm really not sure. I've been going to same barbershop for 10+ years, and I never learned his name. sad isnt it? He would always talk to me too, even back when i was extremely introverted and would make me crack up telling me his random stories about life. I would have considered him a minor character in the story that is my life, but his death has left me somewhat distraught.  Dude, you will be missed.