He was the coolest of the cool. He'd walk into a conversation and roll with whoever and even get the shy girls talking. He once wore his moms 80s necklace for an away game road trip and I busted him for it but didn't tell anyone else. He and I laughed how all the other players thought his chain looked cool, and it was a woman's 80s necklace. From a bad, bad extended family but was a legit good kid. There was always this fear that his family would get to him, but he always remained the wisecracking funny kid.
He married a pretty girl from our school and had some kids. I last saw him a few years ago in a grocery store back home where he gave me the Wassup Cuz and quick catch up on life. Ended with a handshake into a bro hug. I knew he was sick and contacted his wife when I heard there was no hope. I rearranged a business trip and set it up so I could drive up to home for 48 hours. See fam and see him. He was already too weak and barely awake. I knew it'd be close. I missed him by a week. Now I have to see his wife, see his kids and tell them how in school their dad was the coolest at our school.
This week I may not have anything for an essay as I have to travel as cited above. Weimerica Weekly will be up though. I'll talk about Real Estate and bubbles.