Happy Belated birthday
Bubba. You would have turned 29 yesterday. I would have called you as early as I could and sang "Happy Birthday" off key and before I could finish you'd start laughing wildly
I'd ask if I was the first to wish you a “Happy Birthday,” and every year you would say, "My mamma beat you to it again." "Today I am the King
," you would always say on your birthday. How I miss that. You would tell me to come over and when I got there you would say, "what do you want to do today, it's your birthday..." and I'd play along and say, "No Andy, today is your birthday." You'd say let's go to the drum circle, or point Dume
Only on your birthday would I agree. It was always too cold for me. I would plan on making you a big fancy birthday dinner
, but you'd always end up taking over because you thought that you cooked so much better than I. You LOVED renting movies
too, so we'd probably rent a movie. After the movie we would most likely go to Sports Harbor
and have some beer
and play pool
. We would be too wasted to drive home so we'd take a cab
to the place by the beach were you wanted to go.
Edgar would most likely already be waiting
, (but of course you wouldn't tell me because he and I never got along so well). We'd sit there for hours...talking about the ocean, the future, the past, the "nothing
" (most people wouldn't understand this, even if I tried to explain it, so I won't). After a while Edgar would mention he had a "bottle
" in his pocket and we'd all start drinking again...at which point you'd ask me to sing you your favorite song, "Sabor a mi," and because I was already drunk I would.
You'd always make me laugh, because of how amazing you thought my singing was..."Damn Natty," you'd say with wet eyes. When it got too late (3-4am) you would finally say, “I'm sleepy are you ready to head back,” but by that time I would have already fallen asleep, so you would have to wake me up to ask me that question. We would all hop off the rock praying to God
we wouldn't get swept into the ocean, because by that time the tide would have come in.
I would ALWAYS fall in. It didn’t matter how many different things we tried. You always said I was like a mountain goat
...in your sarcastic way. I'd be wet and we'd all mount in to Edgar's Jeep. He would protest to me that he was "okay
" to drive. So, completely drunk, soaking wet, and freezing cold, I would shut my eyes as tight as I could and pray that somehow we'd all make it home safely. And of course we would.
By this time we'd be starving and you'd insist that we eat at the "Taco truck”
, I would then say how I wasn't hungry anymore and you would say, "please bubba, it's my birthday;" knowing full-well that your birthday was at least 4 hours past... :)
What a lovely birthday it would have been... I miss you so much. I thought if I shared this, and enough people read it and felt it, maybe you'd feel it too, wherever you are.
Rest in peace Andy. I love you Bunky. Happy Belated Birthday