RIP Wade Russell

[Drunk Monk]

Wade was in my dreams last night. I was at some festival like setting, in some sort of covered food booth, something substantial like what they construct at OCR. Wade was behind the counter and served me a pint. He smiled that same smile he always had when he made breakfasts for us all at fests out of his crazy trike-drawn kitchen trailer. I thought it odd because he was clean and sober when I knew him, and I don't drink beer anymore due to the carbs. I tipped him heavily (I'm tipping a lot now in general whenever I do pick up take out to help support those servers). Wade and I didn't talk. I sat at a table nearby and savored the beer, as I haven't had one in so long. I watched him serve others. He was wearing a bowler hat and seemed at peace. 

I woke feeling that loss again.