Hey Pipes, I wrote you, but you still ain't responding..
I'm sitting here remising about the good times with Pipes. He was my homie, my dog, my best friend. I remember we used to talk everyday for hours on end. We gamed together, laughed and voice called almost on a daily basis and had some pretty deep conversations about life, our dreams, and grew pretty close. I know Pipes used to say a bunch of crazy stuff. He's been going through a lot of diabetic health issues. A lot of people don't realize it, but that sort of thing can actually really affect you mentally. He doesn't post a lot these days.
If you're reading this Pipes, I hope you're doing well. I know you've had a bit of weight problem too, I'm sorry. I knew a few guys that threw a fit when a drive through wouldn't serve them. I hope you and Toybox are still talking. I know you two were pretty close. She was one of your best friends, and I know that you probably still love her. She's probably just going through a lot lately. She actually told me recently that you were one of the only of the only people that understood her as a person. Give her some time and I'm sure she'll come around.
I'm over here sitting at my computer chair, reading the letter you hand wrote me and sent through the mail. That was almost a year ago. I really did like the picture you drew me, even if I said it was dumb. I still remember the feeling of surreal joy that I felt when I first received it. I also still have the
