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WHITE FRIENDS: Never ask for food ITALIAN FRIENDS: Are the reason you have no food. WHITE FRIENDS: Call your parents Mr. and Mrs. ITALIAN FRIENDS: Call your parents mom and dad. WHITE FRIENDS: Bail you out of jail and tell you what you did was wrong. ITALIAN FRIENDS: Would be sitting next to you saying, Damn...we fucked up...but that shit was fun!" WHITE FRIENDS: Have never seen you cry. ITALIAN FRIENDS: Cry with you. WHITE FRIENDS: Borrow your stuff for a few days then give it back. ITALIAN FRIENDS: Keep your shit so long they forget it's yours. WHITE FRIENDS: know a few things about you. ITALIAN FRIENDS: Could write a book with direct quotes from you. WHITE FRIENDS: Will leave you behind if that's what the crowd is doing. ITALIAN FRIENDS: Will kick the whole crowds ass that left you. WHITE FRIENDS: Would knock on your door. ITALIAN FRIENDS: Walk right in and say, "I'm home!" WHITE FRIENDS: Are for a while. ITALIAN FRIENDS: Are for life. WHITE FRIENDS: Will take your drink away when they think you've had enough. ITALIAN FRIENDS: Will look at you stumbling all over the place and say, "Bitch, you better drink the rest of that, you know we don't waste!!" WHITE FRIENDS: Will talk shit to the person who talks shit about you. ITALIAN FRIENDS: Will knock them the fuck out!! WHITE FRIENDS: Will ignore this. ITALIAN FRIENDS: Will repost this
OHHH KEVIN I HAD MANY THINGS TO TELL YOU..YOU ALWAYS PROTECTED ME GROWIN UP AND I NEVER GOT A CHANCE TO THANK U OR TELL U HOW MUCH U MEAN TO ME..I ALWAYS LOOKED AT U LIKE A BROTHER AND NOW THAT UR GONE I FEEL KINDA LOST..WE HAVENT SPOKEIN IN A WHILE AND IM SORRY ID GIVE ANYTHING TO HEAR U CALL ME WAMMY ONE MORE TIME OR JUST SAY SUMTHIN SMART TO GET ME MAD...U ALWAYS WERE A SMARTASS..I THINK ABOUT U ALL THE TIME...MEMORYS OF U PLAY IN MY HEAD EVERY SEC AND I FIND MYSELF LOOKING AT PICS OF U..EVERYTIME I SEE R.I.P KEVIN/RED I THINK WTF!! ITS NOT FAIR U SHOULD STILL BE HERE WITH US..I JUST KEEP TELLIN MYSELF GOD NEEDED A SOLDIER TO WATCH OVER US...I REMEMBER WHEN WE USE TO GO TO THE FRATES HAHAHA OR CHILL ON THE ROOF OF MY OLD BUILDING..BUILDING RAMPS AT OWLS HEAD..GETIN BOGIES FROM HAROLD...OR GOIN TO THE DOGGY PARK IN THE WINTER TO HAVE SNOWBALL FIGHTS..DAMN I MISS THOSE DAYS KEV...WE DIDNT ALWAYS GET ALONG BUT U HAVE TO HAVE THE BITTA TO HAVE THE SWEET RIGHT...U WERE ONE OF A KIND KEV I CANT WAIT TO SEE U ON THE OTHA SIDE..I LOVE U....REST IN PEACE KEVIN F CARON...SIXX EIGHT LIVES ON WITH U IN HEAVEN