I don't know if the friendship we had was real to you, but it was real to me. I know you don't want to speak to me. We've grown apart and all. The Ziggy I knew is dead and gone. I just miss him. I miss the part of me that needed him and wanted to be his friend. This isn't as cathartic as I thought it would be. I hope you lived a good life Ziggy and I'm sorry for everything I've done or didn't do that hurt you.