February 24, 2008
testimonials? WELL ALLOW ME TO TESTIFY.
some things can't be measured... you can talk about how many years you've known somebody or how many adventures you've shared or how much madness ensued. but that doesn't really speak the truth-- those are just little anecdotes for dinner time conversation or fodder you spit to strangers at the bar. me and the fuzz got a shared bank of great stories built up over the years-- but that's only part of the truth. the real shit-- that shit that counts-- is what happens when you got your back up against the wall and the whole damn world is closing in on you with the snapping teeth and steely knives. it's about who's got your back when the jackals and hyenas come circling in for the kill... i've been there a few times-- and the fuzz has never let me down. not once. that's the true measure of a friend. but it's even deeper than that-- we brothers. back in the day we created a family beyond blood and helped each other get through some cold-assed shit. fuzz understands what brotherhood really means. that's why i got his back until it's all over. and then some, too.
one love, E.
