Cirque De Misanthropie
Hey man, i can’t express how surreal this situation is but it’s difficult to believe you’ve been gone for well over a month and still not contacted anyone to tell them you’re okay man.
It really hit home harder than ever before tonight being that it’s Christmas Eve and you’re still out there somewhere.It’s hard to believe we’re this close to Christmas and you’re not around to celebrate it with your family and friends. There’s not a day goes by where i’m not thinking of you man and wondering where you could be, what you’re thinking, when you’re going to come home, you are constantly on my mind. All my friends, family, work colleagues and followers on Twitter are always asking me questions about you and if i’ve heard anything about you or heard from you. It’s a wrench to constantly say “No i haven’t”. I was hoping that anytime soon i could turn round and say “Aye, the wee guy is fine, he phoned his sister and mum the other day and let them know he was safe and sound”, that’s all anyone who knows you wants to hear from you man. I just wish you could see how much people are concerned about you, i wish you could see the nice messages people leave on Facebook for you, i wish you could see how much people care. It’s just astounding the amount of support i’ve got in trying to help find you, it’s astonishing that thousands of people who have never met you or spoken to you care so much about you. I just wish you could see it all. It’s truly amazing.Life can be tough, ruthless, hard and disappointing sometimes but if you could only see the amount of people who are here waiting to embrace you and tell you everything is going to be alright when you return, that’s genuine love and respect, you can’t buy that feeling. I must admit that whenever i go on to your Facebook page, it makes me sad because i see your photographs and i see you smiling and having fun and that’s the guy i know, that’s the guy i worked with for all those years, that’s the bloke i got drunk with, that’s the bloke i used to wind up and call “Frodo” sometimes, that’s the bloke i got pissed with in Edinburgh those two nights i was down there for a work conference and laughed like a drain with, that’s the bloke i used to have bloody long conversations with about music and books and whom probably bored anyone rigid in the vicinity.I just can’t imagine you being so unhappy that you felt you just needed to go missing for a while.
It’s not often i pour my heart out on something like this but everyday i am fighting and doing everything i can online to do what i can to help find you because i know how much it means to your family, friends and myself. Plus i need you back soon as i am going to be making a short film based on our escapades at ComCab during nightshift for my college project, and obviously i want you to see it. Wherever you are man, please just get in touch with someone. It will be the best Christmas present any of us will get this year. Peace out GavKris
