It might be funny,
Funny to you because it's just a car.
Just a car.
But not him.
Not The Baron.
Not B.
He was the friend that stayed with me when everyone else disappeared.
Who I cried to,
Screamed to,
The one who comforted me when I was lost.
And B...
B was always there waiting for me in the morning.
Never let me my lock my keys in the car,
Or leave the lights on.
Warned me when my gas was low...
And kept working when he needed to be repaired.
If I needed The Baron...
He was there.
The Baron was freedom.
He was midnight drives across Washington.
2AM drives to Bellingham.
All night drives to wherever the fuck we wanted.
The Baron was freedom.
Thick and thin.
Cold or warm.
Tears and laughter...
God dammit.
B, I feel like I've failed you.
Like I didn't take enough care of you,
Like I just didn't.
And you...
You.
Now you're gone and I'm more upset that you're gone over anything else.
Dad said it.
Dad said it best.
I said: "I failed him, he loved me and I failed him."
And Dad, he said:
"He loved you, and he gave his life for you."
Here's to you, Baron.
Here's to you, B.
Tears, laughter, smiles...
Listening to all my hopes, dreams...
I guess you were listening, B.
You were.
And thank you.
Your life... for mine...
Thank you...
[I love you].
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