Quick story time, again. As I process this death, I'm gettin random flashbacks of DMX stories from my childhood. So pls bare w me.
One of my good friends at the time had a parent die and leave him like 10k. Which at the time was alotta money, since none of us had kids or mortgages. He moved in with his best friend bc he had nowhere to live.
His "best friend" robbed em and took like 5k of what he had stashed in his bed room.
My friend didnt even fight em or do anything, since he was dealin w the death of his parents and waant even w that energy.
He just came over to where we was at and played "used to be my dog" for like an hour str8 while we smoked and drank.
The kid that robbed em ended up committing suicide some time after, guess he had his own demons.