my best freind just got shot and murdered
why, this isnt supposed to happen to me, a am steven parr iii and this is supposed to be the steven parr iii show my best friend isnt suppposed to die. he was my best friend we grew up together. we ran together we did it all together. i remeber when he handcuffed me to my aunts gates when we were little kids. we fought like evry weekend it was crazy and now he is gone. and the fucked up part was i was in my doorway when i hear the shots and his cousin was on the steps acroos the street. and we both heard the shots and couldnt even fathom that its was aaron. not my man ace. cant be. this nigga was the samer age as me shit like this is for the papers. iread about this shit like. this is some boyz in the hood type shit. i just dont understand. i dont. we are the same age. we grew up together. i dont know how wo deala with no shit like this. then i had to tell his gradmother he was dead. that shit is scrazy. and all i get to do is read about him in the paper and the end of the year. just a fucking statistic. this shit is crazy nobody prep me for this type of shit. like i dont know how to deal. i am used to seeing him everyday. like i was just with him at like 6 at his girlfriends house. talking to him while he was playing fight night. today. like its is crazy. i would have never thought it would be somebody this close. i thought i was gonnna be one of the lucky ones to exscape this type of shit . like i jsut dont know why. i am steven parr iii this shit isnt supposed to happen to me. like my story is supposed to be that i messed in school a lil bit. played around andd then did well. not death. i thought that shit was supposed to be over when my grandmother died. i thought that was the last funeral i thought i wouldnt have to go to another until like never. not some my age not my best friend my age not the one person i could count on no matter what.
January 10th, 2007 at 7:57 pm
Steve…
Your post really moved me. I am not going to even say that “I know how you feel” or that “I can feel your pain”. All I can say is that your post title painted a portrait of circumstance that allowed me to “imagine”… and your every heartfelt word moved me to tears.
Press on young brutha. At the blink of an eye, it can be all over. Press on STEVEN PARR III… Press on…
My prayers are with you.
D
January 26th, 2007 at 7:21 pm
Hi Steve,
I’m so sorry my first comment in your blog has to be a sad one because of your good friend’s unfortunate passing. I’m sure nothing I can say will actually express the pain and grief you must be feeling.
That aside, I wanted you to know that I’m keeping track of this interesting project and I also wanted to tell you that even though I had you in my class for a short while, it was a pleasure to work with you, you’re a great kid and you have a promising future ahead of you.
The best of luck for all your plans,
Javier Menendez.