• I've been in bits since I heard that the cancer had come back. Unable to think about the time that Aram had left without tearing up. But I thought I'd have time to see him and Jenne and Eladio, and let him know how much I loved him, and the family he and Jenne had created. And now I won't be able to, and the mere thought of his name leaves me incapable of speaking.
    Those early Souths and Wests years were some of the happiest of my life, my new crazy bike gang of mates, riding bikes, drinking, hanging out. And Aram and Jenne were an integral part of that. Playing records down in Peckham on Sundays, trying to keep up with Aram as he pushed a huge gear in his adidas. Hearing him shout Goddamnit! when something went awry.
    Seeing him when he came upto London in October, and thinking he'd be okay, he'd be okay. I'd finally go down to Cornwall and see him and Jenne and Eladio in their new home, to know he'd be around to talk about music with, to hear him roll his head back and laugh, and laugh, and laugh like he did so often. Giving him a hug at the end of the night, and him holding me so tight for so long!
    I love him and I miss him, and I'm glad this place brought us together, and that others have as many good memories of him as I do.


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