death
A guy i knew died,well about a week ago.First off,he wasn't a guy i knew,i could say he was a friend.Enter jerry strange(yes,that was his real name),a 60 year old man with no family;very little friends;really no one.He lived as a hermit,sad huh?The doctors told him,he had little time to live,and they wouldn't take care of him.They said he could die sonner,if treated with kemo(yes it was cancer)vists.The cause for his health?Smoking.Jerry went out of his way to get toys and candy for my little boy;jerry could barley stand up on his own.He got around with a food lion shopping cart,his pride was to big for a walker(some how a shopping cart,was ok)His name was jerry strange.Of course i took him to his doctor vists,did his shopping for him,whenever he needed it.Cancer was in jerry.He fought not to go in a home,he said he would never stop smoking.Jerry,mr.strange was dying."I'm already dying,no sense in me to stop smoking".He didn't.He went into a home at saturday,died on the next day.Sunday,he was jerry strange.Cool thing was he didn't stop what he always did,he keep going as if he was ok.I wanted jerry dead,i thought he would be better not to be in pain,he wasn't.I knew him,jerry,for 2 years.I wanted him dead,i thought he be better off,he's not.Fucking jerry strange,hardheaded;selfish asshole.Jerry strange went out of his way to give to my son,when he didn't have the strength to stand;caring asshole.Jerry is dead now,i got my wish.I was wrong,jerry smoked his cigs like he wanted,till he died.He lived better;his way;till he died.His name was JERRY STRANGE.Jerry..see you around one day.

