when i recieved that phone call yesterday morning on my 22nd birthday it brought chills through out my entire body. it totally put a downer on my day knowing that one of my good homies had just passed away while serving his country as a hero.
Dear Greg,
We had so many fun times in high school. That party at your house when you drank that coors light with that hot sauce, that was crazy! prom night was dope even though we got kicked out for not having a bow tie. lame. but crusing up in style in our 1964 stretched Bel Air Limo and going back to our 2 suites at that la jolla hotel totally made up for it. Damn dude, I can’t really begin to explain how much it sucks right now, knowing that i’ll never get to chill with you again. you were a great friend and i will never forget all those great memories of chilling, blazing, drinking, whomping at marine street, driving to crazy far places just to kick it with some hotties. RIP. much love. peace.