B.Flack was found dead yesterday; after an entire day of the police searching for him it was his friends, his best friends, who entered the cornfield. Trev found him. Trev, one of his absolute best friends was the one who found B.Flack in a crushed car in the middle of a cornfield.
It's so hard to believe he's gone- my heart wants to walk into the apartment and have him go in for the handshake but instead wrap his arms around me. He gave the best hugs.
"I'm Brad Flack, bitch." Yes he was. He was Brad Flack. He was a gigantic man, he was a bastard who said everything you wanted and everything you never wanted to hear. He was supportive and unconditional but also a jackass who would punch holes in the walls of your apartment simply because he could. He was a champion at guitar hero and an even better guitar player. He wrote ridiculous songs and he drank way too much. He smiled all the time and he was a perfect gentleman, well, most of the time. He didn't care what people thought- he just cared about them. He was Brad Flack, bitch. And I am so lucky to have known him and so unlucky to have lost him.
Brad, you're a champion, you're a gentleman and you're an awesome friend. R.I.P.
"Goodbye may seem forever. Farewell is like the end. But in my heart's a memory, and there you will always be."
reminiscent,
emma
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