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2 years ago, this Friday, a drug addiction claimed the life of my best friend.
My best friend was the best guy to know. If you ever needed help with anything, girls, money, stuff, anything, he was always there. He was the guy you could talk to, and know one would know about it. He was the guy who would give you his shirt off of his back. He could bring a smile to my face, or anyones face for that matter.
I remember how I met him. I was in 7th grade, and he had just been tossed out of Mrs. Donnely's art class. At this time, I was getting tossed out of Mr. Chestneys AP World Studies. His teacher told him, I'm glad there's no one else in this school like you, and here I was 15 feet away getting thrown out. We cut school that day. He saw my guitar, and didn't understand why I got mad when he turned the tuning pegs, even though he turned them back to where they were. He got into guitar playing, and we hung out, played games, and guitar together.
He was gifted with a wonderful voice, with an incredible range. He was able to play guitar, and sing at the same time. We always argued that the other one of us was better, and I so wish we could still be argueing it.
My best friend got into drugs young, his mother shot him up with heroine when he was 17, so they could hang out together. All he wanted was his mother to care about him, and to lose her addiction. He was trying to kick the habit, and trying to make it through. Maybe had I supported him more, or been a better friend, or something, he'd still be around with me, and we'd still be making music together.
Some of the lyrics he wrote, give me chills. I've been trying to learn to play and sing, and I plan on releasing all of the material we did on CD, and giving it to his grandparents (they were more like real parents to him, and I still see them all the time, because we both love Eric more than anyone could ever know.) so they can hear the music. His pap always tells me, "I really enjoyed listening to your band play from upstairs, wasn't too loud for me here, and your music was really good". I kind of want to give that gift back to him, AND get the music out there, because it needs to be.
It's 2 years this Friday, that I lost my best friend, and many other people, lost someone. There is not a single day that goes by that I don't think about him, and what I could have done to make it better, or what I did wrong, to not make him see things right.
It was 2 years ago, this Friday, that my heart died.
Eric, I will miss you, forever and always. You were always afraid of what would happen when you died, I hope it's not to scary, and I hope, I'm not too far behind you. I love you brother.
I'm not going to drink a drop on Friday. If anyone drinks, please toss one back for my friend and I. I'd appreciate it.
I'm sorry you guys never got to meet my friend, you would have loved him, as I still do.
My best friend was the best guy to know. If you ever needed help with anything, girls, money, stuff, anything, he was always there. He was the guy you could talk to, and know one would know about it. He was the guy who would give you his shirt off of his back. He could bring a smile to my face, or anyones face for that matter.
I remember how I met him. I was in 7th grade, and he had just been tossed out of Mrs. Donnely's art class. At this time, I was getting tossed out of Mr. Chestneys AP World Studies. His teacher told him, I'm glad there's no one else in this school like you, and here I was 15 feet away getting thrown out. We cut school that day. He saw my guitar, and didn't understand why I got mad when he turned the tuning pegs, even though he turned them back to where they were. He got into guitar playing, and we hung out, played games, and guitar together.
He was gifted with a wonderful voice, with an incredible range. He was able to play guitar, and sing at the same time. We always argued that the other one of us was better, and I so wish we could still be argueing it.
My best friend got into drugs young, his mother shot him up with heroine when he was 17, so they could hang out together. All he wanted was his mother to care about him, and to lose her addiction. He was trying to kick the habit, and trying to make it through. Maybe had I supported him more, or been a better friend, or something, he'd still be around with me, and we'd still be making music together.
Some of the lyrics he wrote, give me chills. I've been trying to learn to play and sing, and I plan on releasing all of the material we did on CD, and giving it to his grandparents (they were more like real parents to him, and I still see them all the time, because we both love Eric more than anyone could ever know.) so they can hear the music. His pap always tells me, "I really enjoyed listening to your band play from upstairs, wasn't too loud for me here, and your music was really good". I kind of want to give that gift back to him, AND get the music out there, because it needs to be.
It's 2 years this Friday, that I lost my best friend, and many other people, lost someone. There is not a single day that goes by that I don't think about him, and what I could have done to make it better, or what I did wrong, to not make him see things right.
It was 2 years ago, this Friday, that my heart died.
Eric, I will miss you, forever and always. You were always afraid of what would happen when you died, I hope it's not to scary, and I hope, I'm not too far behind you. I love you brother.
I'm not going to drink a drop on Friday. If anyone drinks, please toss one back for my friend and I. I'd appreciate it.
I'm sorry you guys never got to meet my friend, you would have loved him, as I still do.
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