The Most Personal Post Ever…

He went shopping for a suit. And found one. It was $10K. 

He put it down. And bought something cheaper. Much cheaper. 

Five days later, he was dead. 

And we buried him in the $10K suit.

I don’t know…

But that story always stuck with me. It fucks with me.

Screw money. And spread love while people can still feel it, man.

Anyways…

Today is his birthday. 

I wish I could bring him back to celebrate it.

I’d take him by the daycare to see his newborn nieces and nephews play.

But I’d also show him how the girls he messed with went astray. And how the best friends who claimed they loved him, walked away.

God, give me my cousin back for 24 hours.

I’d like to hit the liquor store, park, and just talk for hours. 

Show him how after you die, you lose your power. 

People forget about you after they give you flowers. 

Just the other day I saw your girlfriend with the dude you robbed with the pink Impala. 

I guess after you die, you lose your value. 

She cried at your funeral. And changed right after. 

Wish I could bring my cousin back for his birthday. 

I’d take him by the daycare to see his newborn nieces and nephews play.

But I’d also show him how the girls he messed with went astray. And how the best friends who claimed they loved him, walked away.

I mean…

When you first died, your best friends sat around your mother all day. 

But since your funeral, your mother said they haven’t come to check up on her in any way. 

And that’s a shame…

Because when you die, your real friends are supposed to step up to the plate. But you don’t got to worry, I got her. And I make sure she’s straight. 

Still it makes me question if the love was real or was it fake…

Out of sight, out of mind. I guess it’s true what they say. 

I thought love was forever, I guess that isn’t the case. 

First you die, then they bury you, then people walk away.

Wish I could bring my cousin back for his birthday. 

I’d take him by the daycare to see his newborn nieces and nephews play.

But I’d also show him how the girls he messed with went astray. And how the best friends who claimed they loved him, walked away.

I’m sitting right here, eyes full of tears. 

Never thought that pain would last this many years. 

One thing I learned from all this, life’s real. 

Rep your name until I die that’s how I feel.


If I could start from scratch…

I’d tell my cousin to stay at home for his birthday. 

Rest in peace.

And…

Happy birthday big bro

Tej Dosa
7:16 PM
Vancouver, BC

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