i don’t think i’ll ever get used to people my age making their transitions. yesterday when i got home, i seen dom make a post about james. it came as a complete shock, especially because i thought of him a few weeks ago when i found my old hrms yearbook. james used to come thru and kick it with dom and i. we used to cause trouble in the back of the bus, man them was them days. i remember when he went to fuquay and we went to holly springs, he’d always show love whenever we’d run into each other. it’s hard coming across those types of people in this life, but i’m glad i was able to cross paths with james.
my dog, this one is going to sting for a while.
rest up brodie.
-ratha, 6:24pm, 1.25.22