I remember carrying his coffin being one of the most surreal moments of my high school career. Who ever thought about death when you were that young? I remember rides in that dirty beat up white pickup truck and adventures all over the place. Mark was one of a kind, a true friend and I miss him terribly. It’s funny how you really appreciate friendships like that 30 years later when things are so superficial now. Friends back then were forever because you believed it, felt it in your bones.
Thanks for the memory Steve.