I have some friends, and some people that are really important to me. My brother and wife truly are my best friends, but aside from them, I had two other homies that were my best best buds. One from military days, and one since the sixth grade.

One drank himself to death and the other shot himself. But old trees just grow stronger. I’m just glad to still be here, you know.

But I miss those motherfuckers all the time. Actually thanks for making me think about it.