As Heaven and Hell filled your glass you gave me the the gift of laughter and raised my spirits several times.
Those stories about a plethora of assess, wild crazed friends, and a hard painful life intrigued me for countless hours.
Never are you just a simple shade of black or white your always that insane drunk artist that mixes up the paint.
Your advice and experience taught me new colors that I would have never been able to imagine before.
Unlike me your a true writer that’s unaffected with the STD of being just a poet, but you still just might have the clap.
Your works are damned great so don’t you EVER stop trying to get your stuff out to this twisted world……..
Because if you quit I will seriously be obligated to punch you and I know you’ll still be able to easily kick my ass,
even though you probably broke your hip after you got out of your walker and unplugged your dialysis machine.
I’m not a mascochist (Unless I get a wad of cash or your a pretty Asian girl) so please for the love of god never make me do that, and hell I really like a lot you so I’d really prefer not to put a .38 special deep into your chest cavity.
Keep staying crazy you son of a bitch and although more than likely as your future attorney I’ll sure as hell stay busy,
but your my big brother and I fucking love you man so don’t you ever change.
P.S. Don’t hog on all of the good runoff pussy unless they are too chubby.