soooo... chillin here at the peak. it doesnt get much better than this place. except if Chris was here. lets roll back time a sec. take it back about two years. sunny day. summer. schools out. Dashboard Confessional is playin on the Stereo while that runner kid tuned his guitar to match it. not a care in the world. it was just me, chris, and our bikes. everything was perfect. nothing to do cuz Travis AFB was the most boring place around. but thats where we lived, and we had to deal with it. and there was this place i hadnt been to yet. it was called the Peak. who ever heard of a christian internet cafe. well now i had, and that was our place. it wasnt just a christian internet cafe though. it was the location of me and chris most afternoons. it was the answer to "what should we do?" it was the site of new friendships and the furthering of already existing ones. it wasnt about the peak though. it was about a friendship that never saw faults. it never saw arguments. it never saw disagreements, unless Medal of Honor was playing on PlayStation 2 (haha remember that Chris?). this friendship was about accountability in our relationships with God. about going to youth group and finally finding another guy who got the whole God thing as completely as you did. And when school started. had a rough first four periods? who cares man! just wait till lunch. you can go walk around and talk about how stupid all the drama in the group was and laugh it off. cuz who ever heard of drama when Zack Helton and Chris Baca walked the halls. they were too busy having a good time and enjoying the good life. this was about an inseperable friendship. this was about a rainy afternoon when I was busy in the garage tinkering away at a school project and Chris walked in. could he have just called me? no.... it was too important for a phone call. this was going to be life changing. i looked up from my work, and he said something i didnt EVER want to hear. "my mom got her orders in. we're moving to Alaska." and the months that led up to that were bitter sweet. no one ever got it. they always told me i would get over it. theres more people out there. friends, family, and those who care about you the most told you it would be better. then that first day of school back without my best friend. and the one guy that understood it came up to me and said a few words that have been ringing in my ears ever since then. it was Corey Watson. "Lost your wingman didnt you?" "yea" i said. "dont get another one" and that was all he said. short and sweet. and he was right. so as i sit here in the peak with Dashboard Confessional playing on my ipod, heres to you, Chris.