Fuck I don't know how to start
about five years ago I this scrony little 17 year old kid named Jason. At times he bugged the hell out of me. But I grew to love his annoying ways. And he became like a little brother to me. I went through some crazy drunken times with him.
We partied together, I got stone for the first time with him. And threw the greatest Birthday bash of my life with him.
I remember One of his funniest molments: We were all sitting around the kitchen stoned off our asses.
And I asked him if he wanted another hit. But all he could do was talk about the koolaid he was drinking and how
good it was. We laugh so fucking hard.
And then once our Derek was stretching his ears and my mom walked into the house and heard him complaining about how bad it hurt, so she called him a little pussy and passed him a joint to hit.
Over the years I've watch that kid get into some pretty heavy shit and I always tried to watch out for him always letting him know it wasn't good for him, and that I would be there for him if he ever needed me but I wanted him to stop fucking with it. I didn't like what it did to him.
Over the past 6 months I haven't really talked to him much, we kinda were just doing our own thing. He has a little girl thats about 4 months younger then my son. and he was finally settling down to take care of her.
This afternoon I got a phone call that my friend was killed while driving his motorcycle to work. No one really knows what happened yet, but my good friend was taken from us who loved him even though we didn't all get a chance to tell him. I'm sorry Jason that it had been so long since we talked. The funny thing is I was thinking about him the other day and how he was doing. I will miss you always. And remember you forever.
It is so true that you don't know what you have till it's been taken from you sometimes in worst ways. He leaves behind A daughter and just found out his girfriend was having a little boy.
R.I.P Jason Thomas 07/06/06
You Will Be Missed
about five years ago I this scrony little 17 year old kid named Jason. At times he bugged the hell out of me. But I grew to love his annoying ways. And he became like a little brother to me. I went through some crazy drunken times with him.
We partied together, I got stone for the first time with him. And threw the greatest Birthday bash of my life with him.
I remember One of his funniest molments: We were all sitting around the kitchen stoned off our asses.
And I asked him if he wanted another hit. But all he could do was talk about the koolaid he was drinking and how
good it was. We laugh so fucking hard.
And then once our Derek was stretching his ears and my mom walked into the house and heard him complaining about how bad it hurt, so she called him a little pussy and passed him a joint to hit.
Over the years I've watch that kid get into some pretty heavy shit and I always tried to watch out for him always letting him know it wasn't good for him, and that I would be there for him if he ever needed me but I wanted him to stop fucking with it. I didn't like what it did to him.
Over the past 6 months I haven't really talked to him much, we kinda were just doing our own thing. He has a little girl thats about 4 months younger then my son. and he was finally settling down to take care of her.
This afternoon I got a phone call that my friend was killed while driving his motorcycle to work. No one really knows what happened yet, but my good friend was taken from us who loved him even though we didn't all get a chance to tell him. I'm sorry Jason that it had been so long since we talked. The funny thing is I was thinking about him the other day and how he was doing. I will miss you always. And remember you forever.
It is so true that you don't know what you have till it's been taken from you sometimes in worst ways. He leaves behind A daughter and just found out his girfriend was having a little boy.
R.I.P Jason Thomas 07/06/06
You Will Be Missed
lucky17:
Sorry to hear about your friend. I had a good friend of mine die tragically a year ago and it was very sad because I also hadn't had contact with him because he was heavily into drinking and drugs and I couldn't be around him because I was on the wagon. I don't think anybody could have stopped him from drinking himself to death, but I wish I had spent more time before he past.