In the letter I've written a short note to whoever finds it explaining why it was released and my contact details. I also left a personal message for my friend. I hope someone finds it and gets in touch.
My friend's name is Scott. He was part of my life for over 10 years and I miss him so much. He was the kind of guy that everybody loved, funny, sweet, filthy as hell, a great listener, gave good advice and was always there for his friends no matter what.
He was very well known in the rock and metal community, you could say he stood out! Known as the Kilted Slipknot Guy to people who didn't know his name and to us who did too. He was passionate about music and obviously his favourite band Slipknot was something he could talk about for hours.
I met him online in late 2004 (on a dating site, shut up!), he instantly got my attention by just being his funny self. We talked almost every day when we could and we got along fantastically. We didn't actually meet in person until summer 2005, we had a brief fling which unfortunately had to end as he was moving back to Glasgow and as a single parent I had to put my daughters interests first (that didn't include spending money we didn't have to go see a boyfriend every other weekend). We'll never know if things would have worked out but I am grateful to him for making me feel beautiful again after the awful relationship I'd been in before with my daughters dad. We went back to just being friends and since then he was someone I could always go to with anything that was bothering me and he'd talk me back to sanity.
The great sadness is that he couldn't fight his own demons. As well as some physical disability (as you can see by the crutches, which he happily crowd surfed with btw) he suffered from depression, bi-polar disorder I believe. The darkness was too much in the end. I really don't want to dwell on what happened but I will say that I didn't expect it. We'd spoken the day before and while he was definitely not in a good place, he still spoke as if we'd see each other again and even agreed to meet up next time I was up his end of the country.
The outpouring of love and heartbreak afterwards shows how many people he touched, how many people loved him, and how lucky we all were to have known such a beautiful person. The fact that almost a year later we're all still heartsick about him shows a lot about who he was.
My thoughts will always be with his family and friends, people who were closer to him than I was in the end. He made my life that little bit better and brighter and he will forever have a piece of my heart. I love you my friend, I will never forget you.
Gigglesnort
PS. I'm gonna miss his annual reminders of steak and blowjob day, national cleavage day and anything else that let him see boobs!
PPS. Rock out with your cock out!!!
*None of the photos of him belong to me*
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