I need to get my fucking head out of my ass. Like fucking yesterday.
Today I attended the funeral of someone that was actually close to me that wasn't family (but it kinda was.) JT was my brother. It was different in so many aspects of any funeral I've ever attended and sufficient to say it was the "best" funeral I've ever attended. I actually knew JT, the real JT. Regardless of his endless struggles he always did the right thing. Sure he had a temper, sure he could be a dick at times but ultimately, when it came down to it he ALWAYS did the right thing. The years I spent with him and Weese were some of the most influential experiences of my life. To be honest, he was the person that helped me "get some balls." Shit, he even made me stand up to someone that bullied me my entire childhood. It was fucking perfect. JT, me and Tom B (and I think someone else) arrived to his house party in Minoa. We're already high as fuck but were looking to have fun. We're there a couple of hours and I run in...