Marshawn died on Wednesday night. Earl called me and blasted me about not going to go see him when I said I was. I kept telling myself that I was going to have time to go....just like I did with Earlene. My heart is heavy...I can't believe he's dead. And his trifling family is just being dirty as hell. They have ransacked his apartment, they're driving his car, they didn't respect any of his wishes regarding his death. Can you imagine planning your funeral and death at the age of 26? Can you imagine thinking "This is my uncle's fault that I'm like this...that I'm sick." I have nothing else to say. Its gonna take me a minute to get over this. And I'm kinda worried about Anita. He was her sidekick...I'm not ready to talk about this right now.
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