And I really don't feel torn up. At least not right now. It's always been like that for me. When my grandmother's and aunt died it wasn't until months later where it hit me like a TON of bricks.
I loved the guy. He had problems, but I believe he was really trying to change. He died in a prison infirmary. He had 7 months to go. I know he really wanted to get his shit together, but his past stumbles caught up with him.
Is he in hell? Is he in heaven? Is he lying on a coroners table waiting to go in the ground? I don't know but I truly hope he's found some peace.
I loved the guy. He had problems, but I believe he was really trying to change. He died in a prison infirmary. He had 7 months to go. I know he really wanted to get his shit together, but his past stumbles caught up with him.
Is he in hell? Is he in heaven? Is he lying on a coroners table waiting to go in the ground? I don't know but I truly hope he's found some peace.