People Talking about Quack
“You know you’re one of my best friends, right Roo?” 🦆
Andy, or Quack, was a great friend; we had a lot in common that i didn’t with others.
he was paranoid: he would vanish for months at a time and reappear with a vague new name, laughing hysterically about it, like nothing had happened. i worried every time, but he always came back. i used to tell him he was the man who couldn’t disappear enough.
but then, he didn’t. a year passed.
sometimes he’d get really high and ask me like 10 times if anyone had mentioned him anywhere, in any conversation, like some discord server that neither of us had been in for 6 months.
“quack, i promise: everybody’s way more worried about themselves than they ever will be about you.”
despite that, he was a great conversationist, and i felt so much better about everything whenever he’d call me out of nowhere and we’d talk for 2 hours.
i had asked him, back when Nux died, what his real name was just in case something had ever happened. then i could at least not spend the rest of my life wondering. he just made a joke about it because he didnt wanna tell me.
i remember one conversation where he was considering moving from Ireland to a small island off of like Scotland, and working in a factory where he’d be helping ship boxes of clothes or something.
“Quack, what are you talking about right now…?”
when he didn’t come back for about 3 months, i thought maybe he had decided he didn’t need us and the internet anymore, and that would’ve been okay.
a few years ago, i was doing some like musical experiment one day and i needed to sing something, so i just made up these lyrics and this song. i showed it to him and he laughed for 10 minutes and then said, “okay, but don’t show this to anyone else, Roo.” 😹
i didn’t find out that Quack died until over a year later when his ex-girlfriend had a dream about him, in which he was talking about me, and she looked me up and told me about it.
Rest in peace Andy “Quack” Thomas