If you read this, if your eyes are passing over this right now, even if we don't speak often...or at all anymore, please post a comment with a memory of you and I. It can be anything you want, either good or bad.
Re: i remember...andryaNovember 5 2005, 20:09:07 UTC
lmao...I know! And you know, I hadn't just thought of Kenny in forever until I just read this. I wonder what happened to him..he's probably dead on the side of a road somewhere. I'll never forget it... and it WASN'T just chairs either.. it was like..random things..sunglasses..cans of soup...you name it, if it was random..it ended up outside in the lawn. And he used to go to Lowes/walmart and steal a buncha shit and then take it back and get a gift card, then sell the gift cards for half price so he could buy crack. Oh oh..and he used to knock on our door at 4am and be like trying to sell us shit.. jackets.. jewelry.. and lets never forget..HIS TRUCK. One night he was all "Hey, if someone can give me 20 bucks right now I'll sign my truck title over" Course everyone felt so bad for him by this time that noone would do it. He was SUCH a nice guy too, is the sad part about it all. He was the NICEST guy when he wasn't cracked out. You know whats funny..is like.. I still have the diary I wrote in when I lived up there on "drug hill" as all of Rossville calls it..and when I read back on it, I'm like OMG. And like.. my mom REFUSES to ever move from there, she still lives there, and its presumably more quiet now, but she won't leave, she says that there are too many memories tied up in that place. And there is. It was a crazy crazy time...and I was all in the middle of it *rolls eyes* go figure right?
I'll never forget it... and it WASN'T just chairs either.. it was like..random things..sunglasses..cans of soup...you name it, if it was random..it ended up outside in the lawn. And he used to go to Lowes/walmart and steal a buncha shit and then take it back and get a gift card, then sell the gift cards for half price so he could buy crack. Oh oh..and he used to knock on our door at 4am and be like trying to sell us shit.. jackets.. jewelry.. and lets never forget..HIS TRUCK. One night he was all "Hey, if someone can give me 20 bucks right now I'll sign my truck title over" Course everyone felt so bad for him by this time that noone would do it. He was SUCH a nice guy too, is the sad part about it all. He was the NICEST guy when he wasn't cracked out.
You know whats funny..is like.. I still have the diary I wrote in when I lived up there on "drug hill" as all of Rossville calls it..and when I read back on it, I'm like OMG.
And like.. my mom REFUSES to ever move from there, she still lives there, and its presumably more quiet now, but she won't leave, she says that there are too many memories tied up in that place. And there is. It was a crazy crazy time...and I was all in the middle of it *rolls eyes* go figure right?
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