I lost my friend Stewart yesterday. Looks like a heart-attack. He was about four years younger than my fourty-eight. I've lost a lot of friends. His story--at least as it pertains to me, is in a chapter of this book that I havent cleaned up yet. I named him Richie, not that he wouldnt have liked the stories about him, but you never know.
"He was real, meaning I knew him--unlike most of my aquaintences that choose to remain hidden, afraid of themselves, afraid of a world that might not like the truth, so they sacrifice the vision of God in themselves for a lie."
"He was real, meaning I knew him--unlike most of my aquaintences that choose to remain hidden, afraid of themselves, afraid of a world that might not like the truth, so they sacrifice the vision of God in themselves for a lie."
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im going to miss him so much. he was the big brother i always needed. he was one of the only people that stepped in my path of self-destrution, and offered me another way while others chose to simply rid themselves of me. RIP Stewart Teggart.
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