My friend Garret was a strange man.
Over the years, our friendship has changed.
From the once bright, cheerful, ray of sunshine I knew to a now distant shell of a man.
In his death, he left me his writings, and I found out who he truly was in these pages.
How broken, alone, empty, and free he felt through his words he expressed in the strange worlds he created.
However, in my eyes, he will always be Garret; I now know him for the broken person he truly was. So to you, fair viewer, I present the last pages of my dear friend Garret.