My friend
Joe and I were close. We played ball together and were like family all through school. I loved him like he was one of my brothers. On to my story. I may get some of this wrong but I’ll tell it how I remember it. Joe decided to get a new tattoo of his left arm. One thst he had not tell his parents about. I remember asking him what he was gonna tell them. Well his mother came to pick him up from school that day and he was wearing a cut off shirt. Lol. He looked at me right when he knew he was caught and said “ I don’t think I have to worry about telling them “. He was funny. My whole family loved him. It was impossible not to love him. He was such a great person and I for one will always miss hi