Happy birthday Kevin strength
From Stillwater. You've been dead years now.
Best friends from about 1977 until 1985.
Your parents bill and Barbara passed away too, your sister Kimberly who knows.
You had a child at age 19, a daughter. She'd be about 38 now.
I think her mom's name was Ashley.
I'll add a photo or two later.
Here's to remembrance. Tennis, busboy at the Late Show, a brilliant mind and stern Prof of Journalism father. Playing baseball, lighting smoke bombs around your home, there at your house when Elvis died. Watching HBO at your house, eating American food at your home with all the collectible soda glasses, taco shells and cheap pre graded cheese. Your nerd family. Your $200 car your paper route delivered by moped. You married the first girl you fucked and moved to Thousand Oaks owing me money and stealing my 35 mm Canon camera and brokey tennis rackets. You're too dead to escape that. Dead alone in aitel room in Stillwater. What a dump end. Love, forest
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