Back in the day, when you called yourself a friend and a brother, it meant something. It was a code, a way of life. It was an honor, bound by respect for that individual and what they brought to the table. I miss my friend every day. No matter how big, bad, tough, or gangster you were, it meant something So, I say again, my friend, my brother... I MISS YOU CAT
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