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Some Generalissimo needed.  Bad idea to post in own voice for me.

I had friend named Corey.  Corey was smart, funny, energetic, built like battle tank.

When we kids Corey live at my house to escape his father.  His father crazy crack head woke him up one time choking Corey screaming that Corey is vampire.  So Corey come live at my house.

One day when we 16 we start selling green plants.  Make good money and we not used to good money so we spend like poor kids with new money.

Money like tootsie rolls.  More you have more you want.  We want more.  We cut out middle man and grew in basement.  Learn very much.  First try disaster.  Take more serious buy more stuff read more books.  Second try work but small harvest.  Harvest hard!  So much pretty crystal get cut off.  Amazing me how much good stuff I happy to smoke get left on floor for garbage.  So I collect.  Learn to make hash oil from butane.  Much fun!  Off topic.

Corey is fighter.  Sometime justified.  Many time not.  He start drink and party more.  He want more money.  One day we pulled over.  Corey only one with stash on him.  He hide under seat in front of his.  My sister seat.  They find.  Want more bribe then we have.  Sister go to jail for awhile.

I mad at Corey.  He get more dangerous.  Take on customer we never talk to before because that customer not good.  Corey steal two plants but deny.  Blame my family who help us harvest.  Get mad and punch me and take petty cash.  It not too much but still affect everyone cut.

We not see Corey again.  He try call few times.  I not answer and delete message.  Corey too dangerous and always was.  Always want to be hardcore.  Always carry gun or knife and must feel like toughest guy or will fight.

Last year Corey die.  Shoot out with police.  I feel bad.  Corey was once friend.  Could be such good guy sometime.  I wonder if I forgive him if he die like that still.  We were only good people in Corey life.  Corey other `friends' always do gangs and hard drugs.

Not sure what point is.  Corey remind me of `An hero' or what name of guy that died on camera.  He post `i told u im hardcore' then die from overdose.  That like Corey.  Very much.

Other point I guess:

Make sure you keep people around you that care about you.  At any cost.
It is easy to get lost, and there are so many roads that go bad.

Not just for Corey.  He left behind little sister and mother that also love him very much.

I hope it okay that I share this here.  I be anonymous in hope I can be candid and share.

...Or Kill Me.

Your friend,
notloki

"Twas the night before Christmas"

Twas the night before Christmas, so I was pissed off,
all my shit was quiet, not even a mouse to scoff.
Big fucking socks, were nailed to my wall,
because my stupid children thought St Nick would fill them all.

Those little fuckers, I'd already sent to bed
so that they would be asleep while their mom gave me head.
After we both came, we settled down to sleep,
my wife was out right away while I lay there counting sheep.

When out on my lawn there arose such a noise,
that I sprang from my bed, to yell at my boys.
Away to the window, I flew like a flash,
pissed off and exhausted, and ready to bash.

The moon on the breast, of the new fallen snow,
gave lustre to the bullshit happening below.
When what, to my bloodshot eyes should appear
but a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer.

And worse, the driver, with his huge fucking ass
left big goddamn gouges all over my grass.
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
waking my children he called them by name.

"Now, Dasher! now, Dancer! now, Prancer and Vixen!
On, Comet! on Cupid! on, Donder and Blitzen!
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!"

I ran to the chimney cause I knew what to do,
I'd heard of this bastard and how his sleigh flew.
As footsteps echoed down from the roof
I knew he had landed and here came the proof.

My kids had woke up and ran down to see
as a red coated intruder came down the chimney.
I hoisted my shotgun and took that fuck down,
because bitch this is Florida and we Stand Our Ground.

...and it beautiful.

This is what I learn today.

Your friend,
notloki