I attended a funeral earlier today for one of my brother's friends, Blake. The entire room was full at Matthews funeral home. I hadn't dressed up in black in a long time. I envied my brother, who were a nice vibrant argyle sweater.
But, anyway, Blake was a fine young man who loved to party, from what I've gathered. He was a guy who did everything he could to keep up with friends. Always calling. Always checking up. Those types of people are rare, I believe.
His status on facebook right now is "like a gobstopper I last, last, last lol."
Cheers to Blake, who died at 21 years old.
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