there comes a time in everyone's life when they lose someone that is very special to them. about 3 weeks ago a very dear friend of mine got a little sick. everyone thought that it was nothing at all, but he had to undergo some routine surgery. Andre was under the knife for 8 hours.... but, didn't make it out alive. i knew something was wrong when i met the surgeon..... his name was Roger "Dr Kavorkian" Tamaru.
When you lose someone so close to you, you think of all the great times that you've spent together. i thought about the toga parties, the beer fests, the king's cup nights. you've been there through the M.J.'s, the KayKay's, the Beth's, the Skeletor's, the Bab's, the Marcy's and many more. you've seen me win countless football championships, you were there when i made it to the final four year in and year out. you helped me win my Fifa championships. you were there for the saturday and sunday football festival mornings. you were so strong during march when madness was in the air. All in all you've had one hell of a run. from the 316, and the 301..... may you REST IN PEACE ANDRE.
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