Letter from Daniel Moon:

Dear Steven,

You know you were my best friend. From the ninth grade till today, all I have is terrific memories of you. Starting from the ninth grade when we were innocent and all we did was play b-ball and tennis together. You would always wear that red bandana to try to look like a gangsta tennis player. You always had to look extra-fresh at those Korean Tennis Tournaments just in case any of the girls were watching.

Then we got to tenth grade and got our driver’s licenses. That’s when the trouble began. Doing doughnuts in the parking lots, sneaking out late at night, cruising the town trying to meet girls, and even worse stuff that I’ll keep between you and me (I don’t want to get in trouble from your parents). At the time you thought you had the baddest-to-the-bone car. It was the 8-year old beige V8 Buick 4-door sedan with only 20,000 miles. That was the stealth car. You could go 100 miles an hour and the cops still wouldn’t pull you over because they figured only grandpas drive that car.

Then the eleventh grade rolled around. Princeton Reviews, SATs, blah, blah, blah. But you were always so driven to do awesome and get in the best schools to make your parents proud (University of Chicago, baby!). And then in our senior year all we wanted to do was get away and go to college to start our lives. At first you wanted to be a doctor, then an English teacher, then a History teacher, and then a lawyer. Every time I would see you during breaks you had a new vision and a new plan. But whatever it was, I knew you would do well.

Anyways, what I will miss the most about you not being here is your visits to Dallas. I always knew that I would get to see you at least two or three times a year. You would come over after dinner with your parents. Then we would go to my bar and drink different whiskeys on the patio and talk and chill for hours. I am going to really miss those times. You were one of the few people who really knew me and knew everything I did for the last 18 years. No matter who my friends are in the future, no one can ever replace you. We were friends that helped form each other’s lives and made us who we are today. My life will have a big hole in it now that can never be replaced by anyone.

And that is what I’m going to miss the most. I am going to miss my best and longest and truest friend. Just don’t have too much fun until I get there.

Your homie forever,
Daniel

previous | next