Dustin, you were a great friend to me, and I can't believe you're gone. You were one of my first childhood friends and you have been one of my friends the longest. We always treated each other like brothers. We grew up together and experienced a lot as kids, teenagers, and young adults. I have so many fond memories of us getting into trouble, learning, and playing. I'll never forget the time Garrett and I went muddin' behind the Yellow River Game Ranch (shhhh... don't tell anyone) and I got my truck stuck near a ledge. It was late that night, but I knew you were just a phone call away to help us get out. I could always count on you and sure enough, this time was no different. When you show up to pull us out, the way we were positioned made it so the tow rope was just a couple feet too short. As I start to freak out about how late it's getting (on a school night) and start thinking about potentially having to call my parents or a tow truck, you literally take the shirt off your back, piss on it for increased elasticity and strength, and use it to connect the tow rope to your truck. It worked! You saved my ass once again. I'm humbled by the number of people who remember you as a "great man and hard worker." You certainly were a great man with a kind heart for others and always worked your ass off every day. I am thankful, and better off as a person, for having you in my life, my brother, and I will miss you forever.