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one of my best friends' dads died last night of lung cancer. i had known him since i was in the second grade.
he was always happy, always laughing, growing up. he called me chrisastopholus, gave me coupons for free dr. pepper and cherry 7 up all the time(he worked for dr. pepper). always had a big old bottle of carlo rossi in the liquor cabinet:
significant because i would later use a bottle of red to loosen up my highschool obsession and finally make out with her. seriously never could thank him enough for that (even though he didnt know i had borrowed a bottle till after the fact). years of pent up desire and obsession finally coaxed into fruition by some of the cheapest wine ever known.
he had a lovely home. i always felt more than welcome there. he will be missed and i hope is family will be okay in his absence . . .
he was always happy, always laughing, growing up. he called me chrisastopholus, gave me coupons for free dr. pepper and cherry 7 up all the time(he worked for dr. pepper). always had a big old bottle of carlo rossi in the liquor cabinet:
significant because i would later use a bottle of red to loosen up my highschool obsession and finally make out with her. seriously never could thank him enough for that (even though he didnt know i had borrowed a bottle till after the fact). years of pent up desire and obsession finally coaxed into fruition by some of the cheapest wine ever known.
he had a lovely home. i always felt more than welcome there. he will be missed and i hope is family will be okay in his absence . . .