Man its one thing to have a homie and not talk to him after high school but another to have a homie then you grow close to become brothers.. man this **** hurts to know i'm a loose my brother man and I can't do anything about it.


When i meet my boy Brandon the 1st day of 9th grade we were cool since day one. But I always knew something was different about him. I mean abnormal if you will.. 5'7 and can jump out this world, I mean straight out the GYM. Started JV basketball together and 10th grade 2nd string varsity.. 11th and 12th started.. well he didnt tell me till 11th grade that he had cancer and a tumor on his brain.. and he missed a hell of alot of school because of it.. me being who I am was like man.. you will be alright and i thought he was... he got small then got big over one summer because they put him on steriods to make him eat. Well today i get a call at 4:37am.. i look on the caller ID.. Brandon ******* .. answer it like ah B gizzle i'm sleep i'll call you bacc..I hear a womans voice.. its his mom.. I like whats up momma.. she says Hey Walter... She never calls me by my real name unless we were introuble or something was wrong.. she's silent and says.. when can you come home.. I was like why.. were is my brother.. she was like he's sleep.. I'm like why.. she then goes about to tell me brandons tumor has gotten worst and the doc gave my ***** less then a month to make it.. man I havent shead a tear in 10 years since my god father passed and right now i'm tearing up.. I dont care if you think i'm bitchin up man this is my brother.. I just got of the phone with him and he's aite.. still playing ball.. didnt go to college because of his sickness.. man.. i just ask that you pray for my brother and his moms... just... man damn