joesikora
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My buddy Fat Boy died a couple of weeks ago. He lost his leg I assume from his knee down. It would take him 45 minutes to get out of bed in his wheel chair just to get a simple drink of water it got so bad that he was going to end the problem himself but luckily he finally found peace a couple of days later. He and I had a falling out along with another friend about the same time so I couldn’t be there for him to help in anyway I could and thats what bothers me the most. Ours friends would say we fought like an old married couple and we both took pride in that, we would argue all the time but neither one would be upset with the other. Dave had a problem with taking blame for his own actions and he liked to blame others for his failures, it did help when i spoke with his ex and she told me that before the end he told her that he loved me but didn’t want me to see him in the condition he was in so maybe he was the friend of old and was protecting me in a weird way.
Anyway if this reads ut of sorts sorryl
Here is a picture of Dave and I on my 33rd B Day at Ramon’s what a great day!
Anyway if this reads ut of sorts sorryl
Here is a picture of Dave and I on my 33rd B Day at Ramon’s what a great day!