I know you paid for being my friend, Amber Big Plume Dennison. You stood by me when everyone else would have cut me down. You believed in me when I didn’t believe in myself. And then you saved my life. And now I don’t even know where you are. If you’re happy. If you’re not. If you also think about that party out at Deek’s. I do wish we’d never gone. In some ways, though, I guess I’m sort of still there.
