You were a good, kind, funny, talented, complicated & contrary man. Quick to reach out your hand in friendship & quick with your wit and humor. Always.

I don’t give A FUCK about what went down 2 years ago. Yes, I remember. Yes, he took his lumps like a champ & a clueless, offensive mess. I asked myself at the time what I would have done; how I would have responded. It doesn’t really matter, though.

He was our friend. He was cherished here & deservedly so. He was the first Mod to reach out in friendship to so many of us that are still here with GT.

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We all make terribly dumb mistakes & hope for kindness, if not forgiveness. Forgiveness & kindness is a gift he well deserves.

I’ve been crying since I read Stocking Up’s post. I could recount our friendship (on here & off. Email, not twitter) but that seems weird & selfish. Instead, I’ll attach one of his posts about food & a Stevie Ray Vaughn jam that we both loved. He was a late night catfish & I was up late with a broken heart when we found our Stevie Ray kinship.

It’s especially poignant now, this song, as Chritter adored his Mrs more than life. Hearts are broken.

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Whether you liked him or not, he was a powerful soul around here once. I adored him.

Wishing you, Chritter, a beautiful rest.

ETA: Ditched the first one on YouTube originally posted. Our late~night version above.