I found out about Lucky a couple weeks after leaving him in Nola. I remember seeing him walking up a block away and I knew it was him cause of his eternal black eye. Can't remember a time when he didn't have one. Haha, drink fight fuck was his motto. He had a tattoo on his chest that said phamily and a tree that went all the way up his back. Not to mention his shark teeth. haha, he'd always say "don't I got a purdy smile?" And grin ear to ear.
We had a lot of fun together. He always talked me into getting the cheapest vodka. He was a a real womanizer if you let him but I saw something in him change at some point and I could tell he really cared about me.
We made plans to leave town together but I was nervous about it because I could tell that drinking was really affecting his health. He told me that he hadn't done junk in over 15 years and I believe him. I know he got a 500 dollar westy on his birthday. I was gone by then, if he relapsed I don't know. I'm guessing he drown in vodka. I took him to the squat where he died and I wish I would have been there. ill always keep that swilly ugly fucker in my heart.
Does anyone know what happened to moonshine?