Rest In Peace...

Today makes 3 years and 5 months since my best friends death. Til this day, it still brings a tear to my eyes since his death. He was a good friend, partner, brother to me and it sucks the way I lost him to some stupid shit that goes on in this world which is ridiculous.

His name was Geoffrey Dale Douglas. Knew him since I was 9 in the 3rd grade. Was close to him ever since I step foot in school. Had a little kiddy crush on him when I was in the 6th grade (lol). Maybe because I realized that we had so much in common. Then when 7th grade came, we finally went out. But I didnt have interest in him that time, but when we started talking more on the phone, we both realized we liked each other.... went out 5 freaking times from the 7th grade to the 8th, lol. Who does that?

A lot of things went on between us two. We fought, made up, joked around, got into trouble all the time, lol... damn I have so much memory. He was the one who inspired me to draw and take art classes at my high school. Even though I hated it because the teacher got on my nerves at time, but he always came to my mind to remember that he was the one who brought me into it. On top of that, I got into an AP Art class... which was a college course.

Geoffrey was shot for a chain that he had around his neck which was a gold cross piece that was big. Nigga always wanted to show things that he had off. And it got the best of him, which hurts. The good ones always die. After he was shot for his chain, the dudes didnt even take the chain, the dropped it and rain off. What kind of shit is that, I mean u want something take it. But I think its because they had beef with him so they started all that by using the chain to get at him.

Damn I miss this boy. He always had my back. Everyday after school, he would wait at the bus stop with me for my father, since he and I knew my father was always late to pick me up from school. He was always sitting next to me in school. We watched little kids together (when we hit the 8th grade, we would pick a lower class to watch on their lunch time and bring them to recess) which was the 3rd grade. I'm never going to forget the times when he would make a joke and start laughing so hard by HIMSELF and turn bright red. When we would see that, the whole class would start laughing. And when he would get into trouble with the teachers, all you heard him yell out was "It's cuz I'm Black" lol.

I remember how he would call me at my house and act like he was a girl so he can speak to me, since he knew my father was very strict! That used to get me laughing all the time. Plus I used to get mad scared because I thought my father would listen to my conversation. I used to stay talking to him until 11 at night but would whisper on the phone that I had to go because my father was walking in, lol. Damn those were the days.

I'm never gonna forget when we would run down to the bathroom and act a fool. Damn I miss those days chillin with him at his crib, the back yard of the school wearing his jacket and sitting next to him with my head on his right shoulder. There is so much things I remember.

It sucks that I dont have that guy best friend who was there for me all the time and I was there for him. The guy who was always there to provide a hug and a shoulder to cry over. He was the only one who could understand me and deal with all the shit I did. All these other guys always have this question mark on my face because they want to know what I am all about.

All I can do right now is pray, pay my respect to him, think of him every chance I get, and wish him the best up in heaven. All I ask of him is to be my guardian angel as well for others who were in his life and save a nice spot for me in the future. I just wish he can celebrate my 20th birthday that is soon to come up.

May you Rest in Peace Smokey...
*Seksi* (Love You Always) ::tear::