"Thrilla, who's that baldy talking to father Kurt?"
"That's Craig from sick of it all and agnostic front"
"I only recognize that guy who played gits. The blocky guy who played the five string guitar"
"Oh he was here the afternoon".
Big names came out…
Small names came out…
Nameless jackasses like myself came out…
For two days…
Jim has packed the room…
To see his closed casket…
And for folks from the scene to pay respect…
And tell stories about the time they and jim did…
The word that folks threw around a lot these last two days was…
"Brother"
How you doing brother?
How you holding up brother?
Jim was like a brother to me
It's terrible that our brother was taken so soon?
That's how it is.
Folks don't come out to a wake on the most easternest part of queens to make appearances…
We came to honor our brother…
And we came to honor the wife and child he left behind…
And his family…
And to weep over the hole that jim has left in our lives.
Sleep well…
We hope that you're organizing a benefit for us on the other side.
—the bastard
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