"We get our butts kicked by real life, and people come to our defense,
and help us, and we learn that we’re not separate, and don’t want to be.
We see people near and dear to us dropping away, and are gradually convinced
that maybe we too will drop away (someday, a long time from now)."
 Congratulations, by the way: Some Thoughts on Kindness


Pudgie was like my uncle, my best friend when I was little. I lived on Camp Street and if I wasn't with my grandparents I was with him. He didn't have any children of his own at the time, so I was his princess. He spoiled me like crazy, he would get me anything I wanted and he even let me dress him up and all. He and I shared this weird love of cheetos and peanut butter! We put them on everything. One of the worst days of my life was when he was taken away from us, so here’s what I’ve always wanted to tell him.


Dear Pudgie,

I was so little when you passed I don’t remember a lot about you, but I remember that I loved you so much. The tiny memories I have of you slowly fade away and I fight to grasp onto them every single day. I can’t help but think that maybe if I didn’t ask you to go to the corner store they wouldn’t have shot you, or at least maybe not that night. I think of you every day, and every day I try and tell myself it wasn’t my fault; I was three years old, how could I have known? You didn’t even get to have a family of your own, how could they do this to you? I’m sorry you never got justice, but that’s okay because they’ll get what’s coming to them. You’ll always reside in our hearts. You’re probably up there having a beer with Welo right now, so tell him I said hi, until we meet again.