This is my good bud Shawn. He was the man that showed me the ropes. We’d always lurk around San Fran, shootin’, smokin’, and lovin life. I miss ya homie.
If you happen to be in the Bay Area tonight book and job gallery is having a memorial of Shawn. All of his art work left in his room will be cluttered throughout the entire gallery. I wish nothing more than to be in San Francisco tonight with friends and tears, being able to celebrate Shawn’s very accomplished short life and pay my respects to him and all he has done for me. This is a man I hold very dear to my heart and respect and love dearly. His relentless, effortless way of living and being a friend is very inspirational. And from this tragedy I have learned to hold friends and art dearer than I already did. The struggle and pain of losing a friend hasn’t been easy and even now I still struggle. I know I took you for granted and wish I wasn’t so foolish before leaving the city. It’s a regret that’ll stay with me for the rest of my life and I will always contemplate on why I didn’t say goodbye. But since hearing the news of your passing there hasn’t been a moment where you weren’t in thought. I am just very grateful that I was able to know you on a personal level. Being able to have memories of our long drives, walks through the city, and conversation of our lives, goals, and struggles has and will make me a better man. So thank you Shawn, yet again for making me a better person. This one is for you.
You were the best dude I met out in San Fran 2 years ago. More importantly, you meant the world to my two best friends on the face of the planet. I’m so glad you had such a positive influence on so many lives.