968778...etched into my memories...

I had just resigned from 968778 Productions. Was pretty sad and all but I'd made up my mind. It was for the best that I left. It may not appear so now but I believe that with my absence, the Productions will grow stronger. I wanted to type this post out while I was clearing my desk at the Productions but...well, I was too sad to do so. Although 968778 Productions may not be a big deal or something that is watched by all, I had a great time working in it. I can safely say that I will remember being part of this band of brothers for many years to come, possible even on my deathbed.

Just a little poem done by my great friend 87:

he was one of a kind
he was in everyones mind
he was one that wouldnt fit
he was the one and only TigBit

we decorated his shoe
we sang together to Dark Blue
we had so so much fun and
we didnt think of the inevitable end

yup his minds made up
now play that golden harp
as we celebrate his time here
and as we shed our beloved 78 a tear

i can write so much poetry
about how he made life seem carefree
and how he put us in the spotlight
so this is the final goodbye, goodnight

goodbye 78


You definitely have a talent in poetry, my friend. I am really touched by your poem. I can't describe my sadness in leaving but just know, its for the best. :) A thing to remember though...this isn't the end of 78.