Through their friendship, I got the chance to meet Chris and the privilege of becoming his friend too. I remember being so nervous right before I met him for the first time cause Marc had told me so much about him. That would probably make him smile, as humble as he was.
I felt like Chris and I were old pals from the moment we met. It was just easy. After a couple of beers and a couple of bad jokes, I was totally comfortable being myself around him. He was one of those people that I wasn’t shy to tell I loved him, I actually yelled it at him drunkenly over the phone many times and I’m happy I did.
I keep thinking of how much he liked speaking fake French and how good he was at it. Every now and then I would say something in French that Marc thought was impossible to pronounce and we would think about how Chris would say it and laugh. Continue reading







