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One of my brother, Tony's best friends was just found dead in his house yesterday. It's so sad. Him & Tony were friends from when I was just a little girl & Mike aka Chop, lived across the street from us. He was devastated when Tony died. My brother, Dave just saw Chop a couple of weeks ago, they got to talking about Tony & Chop was a mess, crying and everything. And now he's dead. What is wrong with these people? I don't understand it. He was 32 years old & has two daughters. Meghan is 10 & Hannah is 6. They're heartbroken. This is the second friend of one of my brothers to die in the past three months because of drugs. It's absolutely insane. Didn't they see what my family went through when Tony died? It tore us apart. My own brothers are no better. Philip & Dave are both still on drugs. I think they always will be, too. Philip will be 60 years old, still shooting heroin in between his toes. He'll probably outlive all of us, too. He's stubborn like that.
This all just really bothers me. I can't believe it's been five years since Tony's died & in that time, not a single person has learned anything from his death. None of them. It's still weird to me that I have a brother who died. I feel like I'm telling someone else's story everytime someone asks me what my tattoo is for & I have to explain I had an older brother, who at the age of 26 decided he no longer wanted to be alive & my tattoo is in memory of him. Simply put, it sucks.
My mom & I set a date to go to South Carolina. We'll be there from April 2nd-6th. I can't wait to check things out. Everyone tells me I'm going to hate it there if we do really move there. Well, guess what? You're all wrong. At least I hope you are. I want to get the hell out of Philadelphia & get away from all of the reminders of what has been fucked up in my life. I want to start over where no one knows me. Maybe, I'll get it right this time.
This all just really bothers me. I can't believe it's been five years since Tony's died & in that time, not a single person has learned anything from his death. None of them. It's still weird to me that I have a brother who died. I feel like I'm telling someone else's story everytime someone asks me what my tattoo is for & I have to explain I had an older brother, who at the age of 26 decided he no longer wanted to be alive & my tattoo is in memory of him. Simply put, it sucks.
My mom & I set a date to go to South Carolina. We'll be there from April 2nd-6th. I can't wait to check things out. Everyone tells me I'm going to hate it there if we do really move there. Well, guess what? You're all wrong. At least I hope you are. I want to get the hell out of Philadelphia & get away from all of the reminders of what has been fucked up in my life. I want to start over where no one knows me. Maybe, I'll get it right this time.