I’m really struggling right now – between the countless nights we spent at the hive, to the time where we almost got arrested in Kenwood, to the stag campsite at Burning Man, you were someone who always lived his own way.

Propane powered drums that shoot fireballs when actuated? Yup, you were the crazy motherfucker who used sprinkler valves to do it (Safety Third, of course, was the hive’s true model back then). I’d make dinner at the hive and then we’d spend a few hours working on your smart light sticks. Hell, I remember the reel of addressable LED’s you and Bells took to Burning Man in ‘11 so that your bikes wouldn’t be darkwads.

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