Remembering Wacko: My Best Friend

Eulogy for My Best Friend — My Brother Wacko and I met when we were about fifteen years old,

and from the very first moment, something just clicked. It was instant—like we had known each

other in another life. He became my Beavis to my Butthead, my Ren to my Stimpy,

my Bert to my Ernie. From that day on, if you saw one of us, you saw the other.

He dragged me everywhere with him, pulling me out of my shell, bringing me into

his world. And in that world, there was never a quiet moment—because Wacko was always

the loudest one in the room. We were a team. I would start trouble, and he would finish

it—didn’t matter who, didn’t matter what. He always had my back.