#1, Travis.

Travis! You worked with me at Amsterdam Art. You wore candy necklaces and Strawberry Shortcake T-shirts that made my stomach butterflies flutter into each other blindly. You had lovely wide, sleepy blue eyes and perpetually messy dirty blonde hair. Your posture was bad, but it only made you cuter. You were always smiling. I had the biggest crush on you.
Then one day you were late coming back from lunch, and we found you outside, sitting on the sidewalk, leaning dreamily against the building in sweet slumber. The only thing was, it was raining. And you were on heroin.
They fired you that afternoon. The rain added extra sadness. Where are you now, Travis?