KC Haywood

Remember 'Darla', on fire on the side of the road, 5 miles from home? Remember that bruise you gave me? Remember Cup getting skunked? Remember the Naked Party? The first time I met you, you were working your way through the biggest bag of pork-rinds I have EVER seen - you impressed me even then! There are few things in London that match up to the kind of fun we used to have. I miss you more than I ever thought I could miss anyone. I promise to never waste time, to keep those special to me, like you were, closer than I have been. I promise to come one day to say things I never said, to meet your family, and Sarah, and offer them my friendship and love and support. I love you KC Haywood! x