I?m a pretty tough son of a bitch and honestly I don?t ever remember crying much, the only time I actually remember crying was when my best friend died when I was little. I met him when after he had just had chemo-therapy and was bald? his name was Brian. A couple of kids were picking on him, calling him names. I beat the shit out of both of them and made them eat dirt. After that, me and Brian became pretty damn good friends. Doctors were never optimistic for him and sure enough around a year later he died. I was invited to his funeral, never could muster enough courage to see him off. I cried later that night and mourned in my own way.
Wow, I haven?t thought about that kid in a long time. This thread is a memory sparker.
