this may be my longest post, maybe. So I was friends with this guy since very young, he was a good friends younger brother. We used to run together every night, stoned of course. We once came upon a guy kicking a box around but thats another story. He actually borrowed a shirt from me to get married in, Me like I had good clothes.
Fast forward many years while I was away. I came back once and looked him up. When I moved back here we got together often. Nicest people you ever met, very natural. He lived on rocky ground but they made the best garden I have ever seen. They lived in a modest house they built but it was very cool. Had an outhouse with a sliding door for good views.
I used to ride one of the bikes out there on weekends and we would cook out. Now where it fell apart. His wife called one day and asked me to help make a new goat pen, she made the best goat cheese ever. I assume he didnt want to do it but whatever. Shortly after I guess they had a fight and she called and asked if she could come out and stay a bit. I said no of course and for some stupid dumbass reason told him about it. We kinda lost contact after that'
She still texted me a few times but then I realized they had blocked me.WTF? Ok I can live with that. Kinda sucked though.
After a few years later I decided to try to touch base again only to find out they both got shot in march. The cops shot the shooter. Now I just cant wrap my mind around how or why. They were the nicest people and did nothing beyond smoking pot. I have lost my best friend to cancer, mom and dad. Big deal but for some reason this is really bothering me.
this may be my longest post, maybe. So I was friends with this guy since very young, he was a good friends younger brother. We used to run together every night, stoned of course. We once came upon a guy kicking a box around but thats another story. He actually borrowed a shirt from me to get married in, Me like I had good clothes.
Fast forward many years while I was away. I came back once and looked him up. When I moved back here we got together often. Nicest people you ever met, very natural. He lived on rocky ground but they made the best garden I have ever seen. They lived in a modest house they built but it was very cool. Had an outhouse with a sliding door for good views.
I used to ride one of the bikes out there on weekends and we would cook out. Now where it fell apart. His wife called one day and asked me to help make a new goat pen, she made the best goat cheese ever. I assume he didnt want to do it but whatever. Shortly after I guess they had a fight and she called and asked if she could come out and stay a bit. I said no of course and for some stupid dumbass reason told him about it. We kinda lost contact after that'
She still texted me a few times but then I realized they had blocked me.WTF? Ok I can live with that. Kinda sucked though.
After a few years later I decided to try to touch base again only to find out they both got shot in march. The cops shot the shooter. Now I just cant wrap my mind around how or why. They were the nicest people and did nothing beyond smoking pot. I have lost my best friend to cancer, mom and dad. Big deal but for some reason this is really bothering me.
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