Im sitting on V00d3ws porch with a cigar and a glass of wine. Im typing this on my phone so please forgive the lack of punctuation and eloquence.

Was just struck by a thought as I listen to the soft patter of rain on the tin roof while the cigar smoke curls in the humid evening.

He’s watching us. Its his way of saying he sees we are gathering around him again like we used too. His way of saying he’s still among us.

The truth is, no matter how it occurred or what bad blood there may have resided amongst any of us, in the end we still loved him like a brother.

For that’s what we were you see. Brothers all of us.

The rain is falling a little harder as I type this.

And that’s okay.

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1   v00d3W    
July 13th, 2012 at 20:26

Dude, your on my porch writing a post? lol. I thought about that the other night, David watching us that is, strange feeling isn’t it….

2   Bloodspite
July 16th, 2012 at 17:47

I was just demonstrating how easy it would be to blog from your place ;) *coughcough*

3   v00d3W    
July 23rd, 2012 at 12:10

Ha! now that stings a bit :P