Joshua Frank Gamboa

Thought about you today. We we together, as friends, during the summer of '87.
Only a few would understand what that means. Years later you walked into my work (bartending) with that dude I married. After work I ran my Cavalier against your 5.0 (mustang or cougar) you made it through the gate to your apartment complex. I didn't. You and Pat watched me through the bushes you hid in. I didn't get a ticket. We laughed so hard.
Love you Josh. Miss you.