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He was my friend....he was family. He was killed by the whites in prison because he refused to join them. I will always remember his goofy grin and the way he sang the wrong words in the wrong order to all my favorite songs. How hed wake me up at 6am with a freshly stolen bottle of blackberry...

MY NAMES IS NOT IMPORTANT BUT SOME CALL ME POPCORN MAYBE YOU HAVE SEEN MY POPCORN BOX TAGGED UNDER BRIDGES.......IVE BEEN ON THE ROAD SINCE I WAS 13...IM 25 NOW. RECENTLY MY TRAVELS HAVE BEEN PUT ON HOLD DUE TO MY BEING PREGNANT. i LOVE THE ROAD AND BEING FREE. NOTHING FEELS BETTER THAN AN...

This story took place in Arcata....I had been in town for two days and already wanted to blow this town up, it didn't help that my road dogg was a fucking oogle! We were at the 101 bridge drinking all day, I'd succesfully stolen three bottles of black velvet from raleys earlier and we'd come up...

:cheers:I was drunk constantly , so my recolecton might not be as good as his but my grammar is better! I noticed him sitting in the park but I wasn't that interested...so what, another new kid in town not that big of a deal, and I was planning on heading out of town in a day or two anyways...