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RIP, little buddy....=)

LanceDanger

on Sept. 26, 2010

I was chatting with an ex-gf the other day on msg, it had been a long while we had contact. After the usual greetings and what not, she tells me a cousin of her's had died early last month. He was only 19. I had met him when he was around 13.



At that time my ex and I were together. And he would actually hang out with us sometimes. He was, God bless 'im, a little bundle of energy lol. From video games to karate classes the kid just did it all. He was also a HUGE Dragonball Z fan. One of the first times he hungout with us, I gave him a couple of DBZ issues I had lying around. I earned his loyalty that day foward lol!



When he found out I liked to draw, he was estactic because he liked to draw too. Then one day the three of us went to Metro Comics, where he bought his first comic book, the first issue of the Jim Lee pencilled Superman. I showed him the book and he was just blown away.



Eventually my ex and I moved in together, and sometimes he would sleep over. It was like a highschool party sometimes there, with a lot of gaming and improptu reggueton freestyle challenges…which annoyed eh HELL out of her lol Sometimes I think she wondered who was the teenager when we would be together XD She'd go to sleep and we'd play wrestling games on the Gamecube 'tll like 3 in the morning. He never beat me, btw.



Sometimes I wouldn't go all out against beginners or people not up to my level at wrestling games. But he would KILL anybody below his level…and ENJOY doing it, so I gave him classes in humility lol XD He would spend HOURS creating wrestlers to defeat my own created wrestlers. He would even laugh to himself whenever he assigned a move. He wasn't deterred even when his father would tell him "damn boy, you create wrestlers in 3 hours only to get your ass kicked in 5 minutes!". But to him it would all be worth it to finally beat me. He did in fact took like 3 hours to create his ultimate wrestler. I beat him in about 4 minutes, smoked him!



And then there was basketball, there was a court near the house we hd. The first night he slept over we went to play basketball, it was the first time I played there as well. We played against some guys for a couple of hours. When we got back home, my ex said to him "so you finally saw my boy play. He's good, huh?". He opened his eyes WIDE opened, and exclaime "good!? He's DAMNED good! He was kicking everybodies asses! You should've seen him!!!!" And he went on and on, and that's when it hit me.



Somewhere along the way, I became the older brother he never had. And he became the younger brother I never had. And we all just got, closer. He saw Warlord and he even wanted to eventually create his own comic someday as well. And I had never before or since then, had this kind of, big brother feeling over someone.



When time passed by and the relationship between my then gf and I deteriorated to the point we broke up, I heard he was practically devastated by the news. Not too long before the breakup he had been to the house and saw wrestling on tv with us if I'm not mistaken. Everything happened, well, not suddenly, it was somethng that just….dragged out more than people actually knew about. But I found myself leaving out the door and never looking back. I never got to even say goodbye to him.



Peridiocally I would hear of him through my ex, and know he went on to keep up his martial arts class and even started hitting the gym.He was intelligent, too. He wanted to be an engineer studying in Mayaguez. He was somebody that could excel in anything he wanted in life. And an act of pointless violence took that away.



I won't enter into the specifics about his demise, because honestly I don't know the whole specifics myself. And besides, I much rather remember and smile about the way he lived life than about how he died. And that's how I want and will remember him. As that 13 year old that always tagged along behind me at whatever my then gf and I would do. That was a sore loser (and sore winner lol), but NEVER a quitter. Someone who was a dreamer yet very centered and in a way mature for his age.



I don't want to think as the world being that much emptier without such a special soul, but that heaven is that much wealthier for having him there.



This one' for you, buddy, I'll make sure to make you proud wherever your. Hopefully someday I'll see you when I get there. By then, have the Gamecube ready and a GOOD enough created wrestler to finally beat me =)



RIP, God speed, little buddy…..