Never being able to get out from my family’s thumb. Dying misirable, bitter, and angry at the world because my whole life was squandered. Realizing my one chance to have avoided all this passed thirty years ago and even then it was at best a half-chance.
It’s been five years.
They were a good friend, or at leas as good as could be expected. Sean didn’t want flowers or the like. He wanted donations for charities and for those in need. Even at the end, he wanted for others.
…no kidding?
I’m Matt Damen!
What comes to mind is it was at this point I realized I hadn’t heard from one of my friends in a week and was starting to get worried.
Found out about a month later they died the morning after I saw them last.
That was in 2020.
that Mike tyson had one last good murder rage in him and caved Jake Paul’s skull in.