I was coming home from the store and I saw him walking down the road so I turned around and picked him up and then he told me his father just died.
Now both of his parents are dead and the guy is only 27. He has nobody to fall back on now because his Mother’s family didn’t like his father so they look at him the same way. And there was this girl that was staying with them and they all have to live in the same house now with another room mate.
Sucks because he never had a job. He barely passed school because he was held back a grade. And college was no better for him. And the whole rest of his family just talks ■■■■ about him because he was raised that way.
Yeah I haven’t talked to the guy in a long time because of some ■■■■■■■■ but I was like ■■■■ it I’m gonna go take him to where he needs to go and see how the dude is doin.
When I was a young woman a woman at church knew I didn’t have a mom so she kinda took me under her wing. Maybe someone like that will come into his life
He was a cool old dude. When I met him he was this old hippie with funky stories about being in Compton and lumber jacking in cali. Man he was so cool. He would talk about hippie stuff, native americans, all this kind of esoteric ■■■■ that only certain people have a taste for. He was a cool ■■■■■■■■■■■■.
I guess this is my testimony to him. The funeral was last month, so I didn’t get to say my piece there. I get to say it now. Goodbye Micahel.
That sounds terrible.