So, this day
in ’91, at 14 for him, 13 for me, I lost my best friend, Noe, to MD, that bitch
of a muscular disease that’s claimed so many before and after him. I remember that day like
yesterday. It sucks carrying that demon
with me, but the time we had, I wouldn’t change it…ever. You don’t know how many times I tried to
leave, knowing the end game, but I was always pulled back…and, I’m a better
person for it. Noe taught me about
finishing the race in a world where others pay big bucks to drink a couple
drinks to end themselves, because of a future they don’t want to face. Yeah, I’ve done the research out of curiosity
on You Tube.
Thank you, Noe,
for being my best friend and teacher.
Be good to
each other.
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