This is a post dedicated to a junior I've only met once or twice. Who had a supa powderful smash and walked with a hunch. Who left the carefreeness of eire to return to the heat of the country. Who would one day have gone up there to receive his scroll. May you find the peace you've been looking for, where ever you may be now. 

I always thought that suicide only happens to sad people. Were you sad? 

RIP

All there was, still is, and all that is, still will...~Anonymous