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.