Originally Posted by marketsmart

my best friend dies last year after a minor car accident. he said he felt a sharp pain in his kidney's.. he put off going to the dr and one morning his gf went to wake him up and he was dead. the coroner said he had a slight tear in his hepatic artery (the artery to the liver) and he slowly bled out inside. it was really hard on me because i was the one that told him he didnt need to go to the dr. my whole life got flipped, turned upside down. we grew up together in west philadelfia born and raised. on the playground where I spent most of my days chilling out, maxing, relaxing all cool and all shooting some b-ball outside of the school. after his death i got really depressed and my mom got scared and said you?re going to go visit your auntie and uncle in bel-air. i begged and pleaded with her the other day but she packed my suitcase and sent me on my way. i got to the LAX airport and whistled for a cab and when it came near the licensplate said ?fresh? and had a dice in the mirror. if anything I could say that this cab was rare but I thought now forget it, dude take me to bel-air. i pulled up to a house about seven or eight and I yelled to the cabby ?yo, homes smell you later? looked at my kingdom I was finally there to settle my throne as the prince of bel-air.