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Daniel was also known as Dan! Many people called him Dan. But for the people in "little mexico" he was known as duffle. Little duffle bag boy.. Can't disclose why, but by the time the name sank in, no one out here called him Daniel or Dan it was simply Duffle.
I remember meeting Duffle when he was only 13 years old riding his bike, with his long hair, ball cap on, no shirt, wrangler jeans and skate shoes. Just as wild as he was right before the accident. 13 years old parting with us big boys and girls lol. But since he was so young and wild, we made sure nothing ever happened to him. We took him under our wings.
I miss the calls at 2am, saying I'm stuck, can you please come pull me out.. Who gets stuck in the mud, pitch black outside at 2am? Only duffle did!!
I remember the night before the tragic accident like it just happened 5 minutes ago. He came to my house as everyone was getting ready to hit the club, I said hey to DJ and gave a hug, then I heard Duffles voice, I'm like is that my duffle out there? Holy shit Candace, your a country bumbkin! Lmao.. We sat on my porch for a while and talked about how stupid the tattoos were on his thighs.. I said no one could see them, and all he said is it don't matter bc I can. (Now I have that saying no fear no regrets with duffpes name tatted on my left shoulder).. We begged him to go with us, we tried and tried but he wouldn't budge on coming with us. He gave me a hug and told me he loved me and that he'd see me again the next day.. And when the next day came, I got a horrible phone call at work that I'll never forget..
My last words to Duffle were I love you and please be careful. Didn't know that those words were seriously going to be the last words ever said to him. But I'm glad that he knew I loved him like a little brother..