You know... it's odd. A relative you don't really care much about anymore dies, and you just kind of feel numb from it. It doesn't affect you like it would some others.
Then... you watch one of your best friends lose his brother. The second person to die in his arms in his life. What kind of ******** s**t is that? How is a man supposed to stay sane watching his brother die right there in front of him, knowing he can't do a damn thing to save him?
I think I understand him better now. Why he does the things he does. Because he's always an inch away from the edge at all times. He's stronger than me, and I know it. I would've broken a long time ago.
Ronnie, rest in peace. You'll be sorely missed.
Then... you watch one of your best friends lose his brother. The second person to die in his arms in his life. What kind of ******** s**t is that? How is a man supposed to stay sane watching his brother die right there in front of him, knowing he can't do a damn thing to save him?
I think I understand him better now. Why he does the things he does. Because he's always an inch away from the edge at all times. He's stronger than me, and I know it. I would've broken a long time ago.
Ronnie, rest in peace. You'll be sorely missed.
