Dear Jimmy.

A letter's probably too formal, right? You weren't really the formal type of guy, I guess. Not really. A guy who enjoyed his hugs, yes. His beer, yes. Performing, definitely.

...you were just a guy who enjoyed life, any way you could.

I remember the times, when I said I would be a writer... the times my family would scoff and tell me that I'd need a *real* job to support myself and what not, when you would sort of shake your head at them and tell me (a hint of barley in your breath), "Brandon? I'll make a deal with you. I'll be the first guy to go to the tabloids if you get famous."

You were so awesome.

...I hope you're in a great place now...

And I hope the beer is great there. We sure miss you down here.