It is with infinite sadness that I came out from my hiding hole to blog about the passing of a dear friend, CW8888, whom I affectionately call senior bro. I've known him for as long as I am blogging. How long was that? A decade? Probably around there. He was here when Bullythebear has a chatbox, where a lot of old bloggers gathered in the past. It's like what SMOL would have perfectly said - a tavern for adventurers. From the tiny chatbox, we had conversations that lasted from morning to night. Up to this day, whenever I thought of the chatbox, I felt a strong sense of nostalgia and perhaps mixed with what I can best describe as a longing for past fond times. It was there that I met senior bro. I continued to meet him many many times throughout the years, usually once a year to catch up....