Give the man a board, he’d ride it.
Give him a wave, he’d catch it.
Give him a bike, he’d jump it.
Give him a mic, he’d rock it.
Open a bottle, he’d share it.
A Sasquatch suit, he’d don it.
Show him a fish, he’d catch it.
Share a problem, he’d fix it.
Share friendship, he’d cherish it forever.
Marcus was the ringleader of every party on the hill, but not in the exhibitionist way of someone who craved attention. His antics were genuine and thoughtful and his actions lifted every person he touched. I will miss him weaving in and out of my life but his memory will always make me want to be a better person and Live Like Marcus. Mmmmmmmmmmmmarcus!
