Hello, World.

My name is John Robbins; I'm nineteen, and live in La Quinta, California. Just a ten minute drive from Palm Springs.

This is not going to be an ordinary 'youtuber's' video, showing off how good I am at something; showing something that's funny, sad, painful, or even just uploading something for the sheer amusement of it.

No, this is something completely different. This is about something that's haunted me for seven years, now; ever since I moved down here with my family from Fremont, California in February of 2001. Since moving, I've grown depressed; I have to thank my friend, Manny, for inspiring me to make this video, something I should've done a long time ago.

I'm searching for a friend. A long, lost friend. I knew him for several years when I lived at Mountain Vista Apartments. He lived in a town house that was literally about a two hundred feet walk from the small apartment my family and I lived in. His name .. David Cheung.

We attended school together at Walters Jr. High for a short time; and often, we'd go pick up his little brother, Steve, from Durham Elementary. I remember not far from his place at the apartments, in another town house, there were two more friends that we had .. Tommy and Jimmy.

I remember when he first taught me how to skate down a quarter pipe with my rollerblades; how I made him laugh by scraping the front of my helmet against the pavement the last time I tried to drop in before I finally got it right, and how we would hang around the apartment complex with our friends, staying out 'till it got dark. I remember how we'd always sit in the living room of his house, watching rollerblading videos to get us hyped up before going to the skatepark almost every day.

The thing that haunts me to this very day .. Was when me and my family were going on a trip up to Washington; we were going to be gone for two weeks, and right before we left, he told me he was moving the day I was coming back. I remember giving him my phone number and telling him to call me after he got settled in, so we'd be able to keep in touch. He didn't move far away though, just a fourty-five minute drive from where I was living at the time.

The moment we pulled back into our parking spot at the apartment complex, I ran over to the townhouse he lived in; only to find it was vacant and unfurnished. He was gone. My best friend, my brother, and everything that made me happy when I was living at Mountain Vista, gone. I never knew exactly where he moved to. He never called me like he said he would.

David, if you're out there, my friend .. my brother .. please try and contact me, whether it's through youtube, e-mail, phone, anything!

I miss you. I miss our friendship, the things we use to do together; no friendship that I have now can compare to the friendship we had so many years ago. I can only imagine how much you've changed over the last seven or eight years, now..

I miss you, David, and I hope we can meet again, someday, if you're out there.

Thanks, world ..