I'm going to miss you. I'm going to miss you a whole hell of a lot. It wasn't that you was one of those people that suddenly changed my life for the better or nothin'. Nah, you was always more of those people that said hi to me every day of the week, from week one. You was something that was always there. When girlfriends and jobs and messed up siblings and parents came knockin' to take away another piece of happiness, it was you, watchin' from just far enough away for me to not notice you. I remember how I felt back then: like everyone I cared about had just up and left, like there weren't nobody who cared. I didn't think anybody gave a shit, you know? But you always did. The day after I lost my job you left a hundred bucks and a whole goddamn ham on my doorstep. That's it; not a note, nothin'. Just a hundred bucks, in cash, and a giant freakin' ham.
I feel like you was always there for me, like that. I like to think that even when I was a little snot-nosed punk back in Michigan that you was there, four houses down the street on Glendale, makin' sure that I was keepin' my nose clean. You did good. Real good. 'Cept for that one time with Johnny Baker. Boy, did I get smoked that night. Anyway, point is, you was my guardian angel. Fact is, you still are. You was the best person I ever knew, and now that youse in the ground I don't know I'll be the same anymore. Hey, listen. I know it's selfish, but I'd like to ask you one more favor. Just one.
Stick around.
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