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When life hits you it's never a matter of hitting back but getting ready for that final blow. You never know when that heavy hit is going to come but you can feel it.
My best friend's name was Corey Green. I met him in 97. At first I didn't like him because the store I was working in was also the store his girlfriend worked in. I'd see him come in and he looked like a shady type person. Things changed when he started working there. His first day I decided to be my ole mischevious self and show him the ropes...my way :)
On his first day I told them we needed to clean the toilet but we didn't have a toilet brush so we'd have to use a scouring pad and gloves. I remember going through the action of looking for gloves and then pretending I couldn't. So what I told him he needed to do was flush the toilet real quick and reach in and scrub before the water came back. Well we get to the bathroom and he starts making little scrubbing circles on the toilet seat. I couldn't hold it any longer and I burst out laughing. After that we became fast friends.
I forged so many good memories with Corey. He led a life that was bit dangerous and I knew it, but once anyone would look past that he was a pretty deep guy who loved music and had hopes for something else but what he didn't know so he was stuck in the life he led. He had told me a few times that he couldn't trust anyone except me.
I remember he bought tickets for a P.O.D. Primus concert. I lost my glasses there and got my first black eye in a mosh pit. I had inadvertantly created four mosh pits just trying to get out of the main floor. I had gotten him back with a ticket to slipknot. He had 4 hits of acid on him. We were going to take them when we got to the concert. I took two and he took none but said he did. I freaked at the door when they found my joint. They let me in after a stern yelling at. It kinda pissed me off, but it was memorable. The trip back just as much. 70 miles away and on the highway the road kept swerving and the backroads looked like trees were growing out of them. All the while he's fast asleep in the passenger seat.
On october 21st at approxmately 12:38 pm I lost my best friend. He may have died from a drug overdose or a brain hemmorage from being jumped 30 miles away and being hit in the head with a blunt object. Regardless of what it sounds like, he was a good person. He looked out for me as I did him. I only regret that since I moved back from florida I couldn't find him for a whole year. I asked and asked. He was at the probation center. After he got out I ran into and we hugged each other (at the bar no less). I was really happy to see him again. I gave him my number but my minutes ran out on my phone. I would eventually run into him a couple more times at the store. We were supposed to plan a concert, a trip to florida and just hang out. I knew where he lived but not exactly (apartments above a bar but I didn't know which). He was less then 100 feet from where I live.
I'm going to miss him alot. I loved him like he was a brother. Although I preach my views on death and how I'm sick of it happening around me all the time, I can't help but mourn. This was never supposed to happen. I could barely keep it together when I called his mom. I do and I don't want to see her today. I do to give my support and share stories with her and his brother and sister, I don't because it will be very emotional.
Troubles at work pale in comparison with this and I'm having a really hard time coping with his loss.
I hope he's found that peace he needed now.
My best friend's name was Corey Green. I met him in 97. At first I didn't like him because the store I was working in was also the store his girlfriend worked in. I'd see him come in and he looked like a shady type person. Things changed when he started working there. His first day I decided to be my ole mischevious self and show him the ropes...my way :)
On his first day I told them we needed to clean the toilet but we didn't have a toilet brush so we'd have to use a scouring pad and gloves. I remember going through the action of looking for gloves and then pretending I couldn't. So what I told him he needed to do was flush the toilet real quick and reach in and scrub before the water came back. Well we get to the bathroom and he starts making little scrubbing circles on the toilet seat. I couldn't hold it any longer and I burst out laughing. After that we became fast friends.
I forged so many good memories with Corey. He led a life that was bit dangerous and I knew it, but once anyone would look past that he was a pretty deep guy who loved music and had hopes for something else but what he didn't know so he was stuck in the life he led. He had told me a few times that he couldn't trust anyone except me.
I remember he bought tickets for a P.O.D. Primus concert. I lost my glasses there and got my first black eye in a mosh pit. I had inadvertantly created four mosh pits just trying to get out of the main floor. I had gotten him back with a ticket to slipknot. He had 4 hits of acid on him. We were going to take them when we got to the concert. I took two and he took none but said he did. I freaked at the door when they found my joint. They let me in after a stern yelling at. It kinda pissed me off, but it was memorable. The trip back just as much. 70 miles away and on the highway the road kept swerving and the backroads looked like trees were growing out of them. All the while he's fast asleep in the passenger seat.
On october 21st at approxmately 12:38 pm I lost my best friend. He may have died from a drug overdose or a brain hemmorage from being jumped 30 miles away and being hit in the head with a blunt object. Regardless of what it sounds like, he was a good person. He looked out for me as I did him. I only regret that since I moved back from florida I couldn't find him for a whole year. I asked and asked. He was at the probation center. After he got out I ran into and we hugged each other (at the bar no less). I was really happy to see him again. I gave him my number but my minutes ran out on my phone. I would eventually run into him a couple more times at the store. We were supposed to plan a concert, a trip to florida and just hang out. I knew where he lived but not exactly (apartments above a bar but I didn't know which). He was less then 100 feet from where I live.
I'm going to miss him alot. I loved him like he was a brother. Although I preach my views on death and how I'm sick of it happening around me all the time, I can't help but mourn. This was never supposed to happen. I could barely keep it together when I called his mom. I do and I don't want to see her today. I do to give my support and share stories with her and his brother and sister, I don't because it will be very emotional.
Troubles at work pale in comparison with this and I'm having a really hard time coping with his loss.
I hope he's found that peace he needed now.