Dear Dave Lapham,
I didn't feel like I gave you a proper goodbye, so...
My favorite memories are of us throwing Frisbees til’ three in the morning while playing Tempur Trap over and over.
Going to downtown Orlando and photographing everything and everyone we could.
Acting like we’re talented enough to host our own reality show.
One of a kind.
One of my favorite people in the world.
I don’t deserve such a good friend.
Love you, brother.
See you in Nashville soon. (I’ll make sure of it.)
(P.S. This is my brother, people. Don’t take it out of context and make it weird.)