I visit alot of car forums.. Some I post and am an active memeber on and some of them I just "lurk." Mostly I use these forums to look for and sell car parts.
Houston-Imports.com is one of these. I don't live in Houston and I rarely post on the board, but I try and check it everyday for car parts and whatever else that might peak my interest.
A little over a week ago I ran across this thread posted above. I don't wanna touch on the details but I think you should check it out. RIP to Chad Jones.
About 4 years ago I was selling/buying some car parts and made a trip down to Houston when I got there I met this kid "Chad" he wasn't the one selling me the transmission I was buying, he had just rode shotty with the dude I was buying it from. Needless to say in the hour or so I was sittin in this parking lot chilling with these dudes shooting the shit about cars this Chad kid was fuckin funny. To top it off me and him had real similar personalities so we were just banging on people walking around, talking shit, laughing about all kinds of stuff.. Shortly after that I pretty much stopped messing with cars, and stopped getting on HI.com. I had kept Chad's number and would text him every so often to see if he knew anyone that needed a part or had a part. Well in January my phone was stolen and I lost his number.
When I started reading that thread I didn't think anything of it. I mean I felt for his friends and family but I am just a guy behind a computer screen. I don't know him personally. Until I saw the picture. It was Chad. The kid I had met so many years ago. The shit was crazy. I can't say I knew him personally but I spent 60 minutes of my life with dude 5 years ago, and he had me rolling the whole time. It was like putting me and D. King in the same room. I felt like this kid was part of MY crew. Like he was my folk. I never stood face to face with Chad ever again, and it makes me sad. I hope to one day bullshit with this man again..
Rest in Peace sir..
When I joke about me dying and say it's gonna be $5 to get in my funeral. I am really not bullshitting. I want it to be a party. No fucking crying. No fucking whiney ass bullshit. When I am dead I will have left yall with a lifetime of stories and adventures. I want yall motherfucker's to be standing around eating some groceries straight off the grill. I want some Patron in your right hand and a Grey Goose and Sprite in the other. Talking shit and being loud. Making fun of Fat People and talking about Pussy Savings Time. Fucking celebrate my life and know that I will be selling Lemonade in Hell..
-veg
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