I was watching Kevin Bridges (I think you may know of him), he was talking about single-use vapes, and I remembered you having one and being ashamed of it. When you showed me your single-use vape, it reminded me of being young and a bit wasteful, but also it made you look cute and aware of your failings, and not being too ashamed of them. It’s a weird memory, so particular, in some ways so minor, yet it came back with such force. You talking your way out of looking bad for smoking single-use vapes. I don’t know why things like this about you got etched into my memory. Small things. They color the visions of you, make me remember you out of nowhere. Suddenly you are there, smiling, laughing at yourself. I miss you smoking your single-use vape. I wouldn’t judge you. I’d just hug you. It’s sad you are gone. It would be nice spending the holidays with you.