It was a few years stretch we went to kick it in Dallas for the state fair classics. It’s always around my birthday, so it was a nice little getaway.
I rememberย one year we were headed to the club for after Classic event. Monica was supposed to be performing. I think I was underage, so kinfolk was gone slide security extra change to let me through. Between Big Bro and D Mac, they didn’t know both of them took the money back and were about to jump on the securityย guard. ๐ Well, we didn’tย get in that night. We kept it moving.
I think the year T came down to go. I was living with Lee in Grand Prairie, Tx. We all wend out to the fair grounds and kicked it that night. T stayed down for a week or few days, and I was planning to take him home. At the same time, Neshia was planning to go to Oklahoma. So we planned to just ride with. I would drop bro off and ride back with her. She was planning to roll out early, and I’m not an early morning person, but Neshia said T couldn’t stay the night at her apartment. The next morning, she called to tell us she had already left us and not to see if we were awake and ready. ๐ I don’t think we spoke for a few years after that. Wasn’t any logic to that. Haha, so T and I, We hit the highway in the Cadillac, bumping David Banner’s Cadillac on 22’s. Thomas was my rollie….
I don’t know which year was which, I know Ashley and I went down for State Fair Classic for a year, and She Neshia and I went out to Downtown Dallas. We had a good time. It was right before Ashley was scheduled to ship to boot camp for the Army. She was in the delayed entry program.
Lee used to go with me for a few years in a row. After the classics one year we went to the club. Lee was sleeping on the stage next to the speakers in the club. Lmao loud sleep sleep. ๐ด๐ด๐ด When a song he liked came on, he got up hype, like he wasn’t just sleeping. ๐๐๐
These are definitely the memories holding me together right now, I know we had so many more to create. My Little Brother’s life was taken unjustly and seemed for no reason at all. It’s difficult to process and hard to accept. I see myself back at the beginning of the grieving process often because I get angry because it’s still hard to believe and accept.
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