I just now caught up with this...damn

I remember a roadtrip with him to KC for some duck dinner...we had the infamous kidnapped Maui Jim sunglasses from Pitbull. That was a night I kind of remember passing out to Tim's house.

Right after I had my chest cracked open in '06, he showed up here at the house, beer in one hand, smoke in the other, he says "Chit negro..you look closer to death than me and I road over here some niger carrying a sickle!! We laughed until I started coughing up blood, then we laughed some more.

I've been out of touch with him, hell all of you, for the past few years. I'll be raising one to him tonight.

John doesn't need any prayers...but I'll throw up some for his family.