One year ago Yesterday I was in New York at a hotel in the east village. When I received a phone call from a friend. The news on the phone was horrible. One of my best friends who I grew up with had been hit by 15 year old girl driving her drunk father home. He was on his bike and she turned in front of him. We all talk about brotherhood this Guy was a brother he called my parents mom and pop. One year later it still chokes me up. Raise a glass for him. He will never be forgotten.
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