Rouroni was one of my favorite people in the world... I wish I could have spent more time with him. He was always very sweet and kind to me, even when he was trying to act cool and aloof. When I came down to San Diego for Hope 2011 I admittedly told Rouroni that I wanted to pick up some Adventure Time merchandise while I was there. He smiled, as he too was a fan of AT. Of course I told him it wasn't a priority though, and that the handout and meetup came first. After all the Hope craziness had died down we were driving back to his house and he told me we needed to make a little detour first. I was grumpy and tired and asked where we were heading. He told me I still needed to get what I came there for and that we weren't leaving downtown until I got it. He made a pit stop and I was able to run out of the car to get my stupid toy. They were sold out by the time I got there, but after meeting so many wonderful people that day I didn't care anymore. That's the kind of guy Rouroni was. He went out of his way to make others happy. The first time he came up here to Santa Barbara to visit, I gave him a hat like mine but with wolf ears as that was his favorite animal. I didn't think much of it, but the next time he came to visit me he brought the hat with him and wore it while he was here. He also brought me a gift: a large honey bear bottle to use as a water bottle on patrols. I still have it. It's on my desk as I type this. Rouroni spent a lot of time on multiple occasions trying to teach me how to execute a ninja roll and how to defend myself. We practiced team take-downs and played out various scenarios, but most of the time we just wound up giggling and laughing and not taking it seriously. He also taught me the proper way to "hug like an Italian man" by first leaning back really far, opening your arms as wide as possible, exclaiming the other person's last name and then hugging, patting each other on the back repeatedly. I thought it was kind of corny and awkward at the time, but he wouldn't let me walk away until I "did it right." After several attempts my back hurt from excessive hugging and patting. Last Halloween he traveled to Santa Barbara to patrol with me. The city of Isla Vista was overrun with drunk college kids and I had planned out a safety patrol to make sure nobody got hurt. When Rouroni and Radnor got here I tried to show them the patrol route on a map but we wound up doodling all over it with crayons. I still have that map. It's on my wall now. I wanted to make sure Rouroni and Radnor had a good meal before the patrol so we went grocery shopping for ingredients to make spaghetti. Rouroni kept asking if he could get sweets like cookies or mini marshmallows and I caved since I didn't know how often I'd see him. We spent a few hours in the kitchen chopping garlic and onions, making meatballs and boiling noodles. All the while Rouroni was trying to start a marshmallow war with me by throwing them at me while I was trying to cook. Rouroni had a few short exchanges with my mother who was quite taken with him. I told her about what happened today and she's heartbroken as well. She too thought Rouroni was an amazing person. She could tell from the moment she met him that he was a very sweet and caring young man. He was very polite and made sure to say please and thank you and go so far as to call her "ma'am." She said there are a lot of people out there who are a dime a dozen, but not many like Rouroni. I agree with her wholeheartedly. While Rouroni liked to joke around a lot, as soon as he dawned his signature hat for a patrol his demeanor became entirely professional. Some RLSH might feel empowered by their gimmick, but Rouroni maintained a sense of humility and behaved with the utmost courtesy. On the New Years patrol in downtown San Diego Rouroni witnessed a young woman in a black dress sitting on the sidewalk holding her foot as it bled. Rouroni casually approached, introduced himself and offered to use his first aid kit to treat her wound. She nervously agreed and after her foot was all bandaged up she ungratefully shoo'd him away. He simply shrugged and told her to have a good night before rejoining the patrol formation. Again, Rouroni was one of my favorite people in the world, and definitely the best RLSH I ever met. When ever I came down to Poway he made sure that I was as comfortable as possible. We drank tea, ate toast with honey on it, played videogames and watched kung fu movies together. I'm going to miss being his friend more than I can express in words. His kindness, compassion, generosity and mischievous sense of humor will never be forgotten.