He was a Big Man. Didn't Fit into the Coffin so Easily. He was also a Generous Man, and very Insane.

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Just Prior to the George Floyd Riots, he noticed that my shoes were worn out.

I am kind of the type to just buy a pair of shoes, and wear them into oblivion before buying a new pair.

He was a sneaker-head. Always loved his sneakers.

We were both size 13.

He was not a rich man, but the next day, he brought me a pair of shoes. He said he had bought them, but didn't like them, and would probably never wear them.

So I took them.

And then the George Floyd Riots happened.

We Watched them together.

And I went to work the next day, with a Fresh pair of extremely nice White New Sneakers.

And everyone said

Damn Theo, where did you loot those from?

And not a single person believed me when I said a friend gave them to me. They cost like $140.00.

Yesterday he was buried.

He was insane, some sort of Schizoid Personality Disorder, or Schizophrenia.

And we all lied to ourselves.

He died in a homeless shelter.

One of the girls I was with, he was in her wedding, and used to live at her house.

He had called her three weeks before his Death, when he was homeless, and asked if he could live in her back yard. She said no.

He asked me for a job. I didn't say yes or no, I thought it would be too risky with the way he was.

We all lied and comforted each other at the Funeral. We all said there was nothing we could've done.

But there was so much we could've done.

And we didn't.

Because it just would've made our lives more Inconvenient.

We All Failed John D.

The Most Generous, Creative, and Insane Man I Have Ever Met.

God Rest your Soul, John.

None of us Deserved You.

RIP.

Just Prior to the George Floyd Riots, he noticed that my shoes were worn out. I am kind of the type to just buy a pair of shoes, and wear them into oblivion before buying a new pair. He was a sneaker-head. Always loved his sneakers. We were both size 13. He was not a rich man, but the next day, he brought me a pair of shoes. He said he had bought them, but didn't like them, and would probably never wear them. So I took them. And then the George Floyd Riots happened. We Watched them together. And I went to work the next day, with a Fresh pair of extremely nice White New Sneakers. And everyone said >Damn Theo, where did you loot those from? And not a single person believed me when I said a friend gave them to me. They cost like $140.00. Yesterday he was buried. He was insane, some sort of Schizoid Personality Disorder, or Schizophrenia. And we all lied to ourselves. He died in a homeless shelter. One of the girls I was with, he was in her wedding, and used to live at her house. He had called her three weeks before his Death, when he was homeless, and asked if he could live in her back yard. She said no. He asked me for a job. I didn't say yes or no, I thought it would be too risky with the way he was. We all lied and comforted each other at the Funeral. We all said there was nothing we could've done. But there was so much we could've done. And we didn't. Because it just would've made our lives more Inconvenient. We All Failed John D. The Most Generous, Creative, and Insane Man I Have Ever Met. God Rest your Soul, John. None of us Deserved You. RIP.

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RIP John D. Mental health is THE crisis in the world. America has both the worst level of understanding(too many ignorantly believe that tough love is the only way, nonsense) and all you need to do is take the right pill/s.