Wednesday, August 23, 2017
I met Travis as a teenager, when he worked at Gales Creek Camp. We became friends at the Clinton Street Theater a couple of years later. He rescued me a few times, made me take care of myself when no one else even tried. He was, quite literally, the reason I survived a lot of stuff.
I thought there'd be more time. To talk, to apologize for the fight we had the last time I saw him.
A light has gone out of the world.
