Tank

The thing with being up here for what feels like a million days in the middle of nowhere with nothing but work and prison grade meat is that the friends you do make become family. The people you can talk to about things other than work, the people you turn to when you've had a shitty day, the people you stay in touch with on days off and the people who keep you from losing your shit when you're so ready to pack your bags and hitchhike down the road. And when you lose one of those people, a member of your family, this place is never the same. it fucking sucks.

We'll miss you Tanker.