Kurtis was such a special person, like no one I have ever met. He wasn’t afraid to be 100% himself, his long hair, painted nails, and tattoos prove it. I still can’t wrap my mind around what has happened to my buddy. I miss waking up to him asleep on my couch, I miss our drunken moments, YouTube jam sessions, and our silly sayings. “Swatimsayin?” It still doesn’t feel real, and I don’t think it ever will, but I’m glad he lived freely. He did whatever his heart desired, and instead of stressing about what came next, he went with the flow and stayed positive. I always admired that about him. It brings me some peace to know he lived a fun life doing exactly what he wanted to be doing. But damn buddy we miss the hell out of you, shit aint the same. Love you Kurtis.