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 brandy. Ill miss you bro!
Thats reallt tragic.. I'm fin up to do 6 to 12 mo and am a little concerned with the same type thing. Luckily ny time will be in WA state where politics aren't as bloodthirsty.. For real though girl, I would do plenty more time if it would bring your friend back :_(
I wish I could have met him...
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