He was a good friend, a down head, a soldier for the crew.
He was one of the first heads to be on GPK that was out of state.
He put down some of the stronger heads, he burned it like is wasn't a thing.
I miss my friend rick.
THe first time I met him, we almost fought.
I told him to stay off the numbers, he didn't like that.
But he showed respect to me.
I showed it back.
one of the last times I saw him was at my Halloween party, he was walking around wearing a FUCK BUSH hat, it was agreat costume.
My father was there, drinking the Jim Beam, we were in line for the bathroom.
Rick walks up swaying to and fro, bumping in front of my father to say whats up to me.
My dad held him back to wait his turn.
Rick didn't like that.
I had to break up the fight, and only when I explained that he was my father, did he calm down.
His face went from enraged to happy to meet my dad.
He was the only person to get away with slapping me in the face.
The only reason he did was cause I had locked my self in the car, drunk as fuck and passed the fuck out.
It didn't wake me up.
I have pictures from that night of GPK orange fill, silver pilot pen out lines going across this girls back.
He loved his friends, delt with his enemies.
He was down.
In the words of Vapore at his RIP prodo,
It's better to burn out then to fade away.
Burn on Fister, Burn on.
Garbage Pail Kids.....