Bear with me, I'm still trying to get ahold of posting.......
So I hear somebody banging on my door at 2 in the morn. Mind you, I have to get up for work at 4. I open the door to see two of my boyz with the stone face. I'm like, okay, lemme grab a burner and let's do this.
Tears fall from their eyes, "yo, it's Wally, and it's bad. Get dressed....."I'm thinking, alright, he took a spill and he's banged up.
Get in the elevaor, "He's gone man, he's dead....." Silence for about 10 seconds to the lobby floor. They look at me, I look at them. I'm in shock and don't know what to say.
We get to the hospital, Wally's brother is waiting on me, "Yo, C'mere, we go and I.D. the body. His brother is gathering up the belongings the nurse passed him, I'm just looking down at my best friend I've known for over 15 years, the bandages on his head, the bruises. I'm so in shock, I still can't crack, I'm just staring into blank space...........