Where do I Begin, growing up on Jackson Ave ,and prospect. I will had seen LaVar but, never pay him any mind. He was wild and crazy. When I was older I seen him in a different light. He became a little more calmer then when he was a teen. He was a good dude, but had his ways; but at the end of the day if it was serious ,and he care , LaVar had ur back ,and made it happen. LaVar, was that man from Jackson Ave, St.Marys 152 st to Prospect Ave,and forest projects. LaVar, will have the block on smash and say watch this,Ima gonna take this block over with this. Then we go to Harlem, he will get respect from,108 to 138. He will be the life of the party, and still is. We talked, Occasionally, and he will cheer me up, when I was down. We talked, about who we was with ,and what's going on. He gave advice ,and joke around. He had his ways but that was Lavar. I say he was never fake, always to the point, and wasn't with the bullshit. He had my back and I had his. He cheer me up when I was down, as I done the same when he needed a friend. LaVar, will joke around thou, sometimes it wasn't funny, but,he meant well.That was my boy, my homie love, my street brother, and my everything. I forever Love my dude forever. King Var, rest in power. He will forever be love and miss very much!!