My cuz is in intensive care.
He’s 2 years younger, eighteen. You could say that we grew up together.
We may not have been on the same page in the way we lived our lives but blood is thicker than water and we were like bros.
Bike accident.
On any other day, I might have read an incident about this in the paper about someone else and my interest would have been fleeting, as long as it would have taken me to read the article.
It’s one of those things. You never feel it till it actually hits you.
He ain’t doing too good. I can’t confirm but I heard he suffered 80% blood loss; is that even possible?
On the cab ride over, my mind drifted to the times we had, along with 3 others and how the 5 of us always got into trouble with the aunts.
Used to be grandparents, aunts or uncles, now it’s cousins. Too close for comfort.
Get up man, this ain’t nothing for a crazy daredevil like you.
