It's always tough when someone you know dies. It's even tougher when that someone is a friend. This past week after a hit and run accident, I lost a friend. Baxter (pictured next to me), we all will miss you.
He was a fun guy to hang out with, though he often let his temper get the best of him. I believe he had my number memorized, which is rare in this day and age, of course it was so that he could have me bail him out of jail when he needed it (he did).
I'll be honest, the guy was always smiling. He had differences with roommates, but they all cared about him. I didn't talk to him much over the last two years because we'd both left Denton, and we both were moving on from out college days. The last time I talked to him was through text about two or three months back, and all that occurred was your typical, "hey man, what's up?" and he asked me for another friend's phone number.
I wish I'd talked to him more since I left Denton, and now I regret it now. If anybody that reads this knew, write a comment so others get an idea of who Baxter Odom was.