We also shared unending cynicism, a passion for writing ( he even wrote here once upon a time), and many other little things that make friendships last for a decade and a half. We later compromised and said that we would bump tattoos at each other’s weddings. We somehow ended up getting the exact same tattoo, though he always said I copied him despite the fact I got it first.
The similarities just kept going after that. The Mulholland and Donnellan names originate from Ireland and both our families hot-stepped it over to Wales due to potatoes, somehow ending up with both of us meeting on a small island off the coast of England. That was something we shared, as well as creepily similar backgrounds and heritage. The man was not blessed with common sense. He was at once the smartest guy I knew and also the dumbest. It was an absolutely senseless way to die, and also absolutely Levi. He even probably would have laughed about setting a new record, once he got over the utter absurdity of it all. No, he became the first person ever to die in a train accident on the Isle of Wight after many, many decades of the service. Not due to “The Event”, which would have just really pissed him off as he was taking the whole thing seriously. It’s also probably going to be a tad indulgent, so if you want me to just get into the meat of the game instead, I have this handy anchor link for you. This is going to be the most personal review I’ve ever written, as well as my last.
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