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It isn't the best photo, but it's all I have.
This weekend, a whole lot of people lost a dear friend. A lot of times, when someone passes away, people say "it's such a shame! He/she was so full of life!". Well, there aren't many people who were as full of life as Devon.
I remember the night we really hung out. It was at a show at the peanut gallery. I had been ditched by my friends, and I was wandering around alone, awkwardly trying to decide if I was going to leave or try an work up the courage to talk to someone. We had been introduced a while back, but never really had more than a "hello" when it came to conversation. He ended up finding me in a corner, and asked me if I wanted to share a cigarette. We spent the next hour in the parking lot, broing down about how we both used to work at adult stores. This led to us listening to records, chain smoking and drinking bourbon straight from the bottle in his room until about 5 in the morning. I doubt I've ever laughed that hard before. He was quite the comedian.
He was also spirited, extremely talented, somewhat perverted, and maybe one of the nicest guys I've ever met.
I'll never forget you, Dev.
xo