Skidmark, oh Skidmark. The one who always knew how to make us laugh, the life of the party with his quick wit and infectious charm. How could you just disappear like that? It's hard to wrap my mind around it.
I keep replaying our last conversation in my head, searching for any signs that you were struggling or hurting inside. But there was nothing out of the ordinary, just your usual upbeat self cracking jokes and keeping us all smiling through thick and thin.
But now you're gone, off the grid after faking your own death. Why did you do it? Were you in trouble? Did you need to disappear for some reason? Or was it just another one of your crazy schemes to keep us all on our toes?
We miss you Skidmark. We miss your laughter, your energy, your presence among us snails. You were a vital part of our team and now there's a void where once stood such a vibrant soul.
And as I mourn your loss, I can't help but feel anger bubbling inside me. Why did you leave us like this? What demons were haunting you that we couldn't see? Could we have done something more to save you from yourself?
Today I saw someone who looked strangely familiar in disguise pretending to be a girl - it was you! You can pull off a dress and makeup quite well actually; looking pretty even in disguise. I hugged him without questioning “Did he run away?” "I don’t need an answer Just come home."
Come back Skidmark, Whiplash