Some of my best memories are because of Wade and the people I was introduced through him. From his incredible family and friends. To being told to take his truck out for a drive and accidentally driving it into oncoming traffic. From being woken up to a Chinatown bus ticket to Philly where I took acid for the first time. To one of the first people to listen to how I felt and I could hear there was no judgement in his voice, just letting me know he felt the same at times. That stuck with me to know I wasn’t alone, that there was a bit of relief from it all. One of the best to do it. I miss you