Bruno, 1984-1998. This is a fairly typical picture. “Why yes, I’m perfectly comfortable, thanks for-… Sorry, you want to what? So why can’t you just use your own spit like everyone else? Freak.”
He’s been gone for almost as long as he was here, but still occasionally missed, especially those times I’m tucking into something I know he would have liked and I feel the voice in my head saying, “Please note, I am indicating the precise position on the floor where you should place your plate; why yes, it is right in front of me now you mention it, kthx.”