The past few days have been absolutely unreal to me. At times I manage to convince myself that you faked the whole thing. That you won the lotto or something and your sitting back on a beach in Mexico with a beer in one hand a Mexican stripper in another. You were a really good guy and an even better buddy and I am going to miss the fuck out of you. If I could ask you one more question I would ask you if it really is better to burn out than fade away. I still tell people that story of when we were coming home from work and I told to whip out your cock and slap it against the rear window at some blond behind us. That bitch followed us all the way to my house. I’ve worked beside you I’ve played beside you I’ve passed the fuck out beside you. We went through all that apprentice bullshit and now your just not going be there. I’ve crashed trucks!! I’ve went through block walls. HOW THE FUCK ARE YOU GONA HIT A TREE AND BLOW UP DUDE. How you going to die all hard core like out of an action movie and leave all these people who love you behind. Is it better to burn out than fade away? For you it is. But what’s best for you don’t really matter anymore now does it. You had many friends dude. I don’t so I’m a little pissed off at you right now. FUCKING POSER and I still can’t really cry about you what the fuck is that shit about. Take it easy Ed boy slow down a lil bit next time.
