Chris was so kind, he wouldn't even let us play jokes on our own friends when we were all drunk.
Case in point: Soon after Jefferson Arms had been taken over, we were all at the apartment drinking. I guess Phil had consumed the most out of all of us, so for some reason, I decided to try to convince him that someone else with the same car (make, model, color) as him had parked in "our parking lot" and that to teach them a lesson, he should go piss on their car. Well, of course, it was his car, but he was too fucked up to know it. Chris, being the kind soul that he was (though he had had a few too) told Phil what was up, and exclaimed to us all at the top of his lungs in the parking lot at 2 a.m., "No! There's no way I'm gonna let him go PISS ON HIS OWN CAR in front of ALL THESE PEOPLE!"
He was just a good friend like that.
The hiding place was the water heater closet, Lacey. He hid in the little spot under the elevated platform where the water heater was knowing no one else would fit in there with him.
Late night Guitar Hero nights that consisted of us just playing Thunderhorse over and over so loud that we would wake everyone up.
Chris always studying late at night and no matter how tired I was he always made me play video games just to watch me get pissed and so he would have something to watch while he studied. Then after five minutes or so of that he would go to bed. Everyfriggintime.
Games of Horse with terrible names instead of the usual horse. These games took forever because we were all equally bad and rarely made any shot.
Watching the most awful horror movies and coming up with our own dialogue that always seemed to somehow involve someone crapping their pants.
i saw you at foxys last friday. we talked for over an hour about nothing... i had no clue you were sad, chris. if only you had reached out to me, i would have been there for you. . you were always so sweet to me over the years. you always sat down next to me and asked about my life. you cared. you wanted to hang out. you were kind. you were FUNNY. you told me about the people at the hospital that pooped on you, and laughed at my horrified face.
i gave you my number, mere days before you decided that this life was not worth living. i just wish you had used it , chris.
Chris looked up to his brother Jonathan so much that somehow Jonathan convinced Chris to trade his awesome truck for Jonathan's shitty car. I'm still not sure how that happened. Chris had to learn to drive a standard so he could drive the shitty car.
Game nights every Sunday night.
Chris being a "handicap and a blessing" to whoever had him as a teammate for games.
We ended up putting Chris on both teams, since he would shout out answers for both teams anyway.
Trying out a new game - reverse hide-n-seek and having Chris get completely gross because he hid in a spider infested, dusty place (not sure what that is called, someone will have to help me out). We made Chris change clothes before we could continue game night.
Sneaking Chris into bars when he wasn't even 18 yet.
Chris always trying to study while game night was in progress.
