Friend is a four letter word.

6 years of friendship.

I lost my brother.

I said some things I shouldn't have said, yeah.

But I was assured this wouldn't be the end of it all.

I was lied to.

While I don't and never will care again about how she'll be doing

I hope you're happy.
Honestly.

Because I'm not.

I'd never pick a girl over you.

You were my brother, and I love you so god damn much, man.

I miss you.

Hometown Advantage

I've never been one to take pride in where I come from.

Don't get me wrong, I love New Mexico. It's a wonderful land full of rich culture and incredibly interesting history.

But it's never been part of my identity, like many inhabitants here feel.

I'm sure I have many regional habits and vocabulary that I use that only comes with being from New Mexico, as anyone from any place does. California people have certain habits and words, Montana people, Florida people, New Yorkers, etc.

But my identity does not depend on where I'm from.
I was raised with the belief that I am only as good as my word.
My actions.
My beliefs.

My identity is wholly within myself, and that is something I've always held strongly to.

I am not New Mexico, New Mexico is not me.

I am my loyalty.
My work ethic.
My honesty.
My passions.

And that comes from my parents.
I take pride in who I am and who I come from.

My father is the reason I am who I am today.

I learned from his positive and negative examples.
I learned from our arguments, and our discussions equally.
I learned from watching him.

I am my father's son.