Tuesday, October 28, 2008

Last night when Joe was getting into his pajamas, he wrapped your karate white belt around his waist.

He said to to me that he wished he were older when you were alive. I asked why, and he explained that he feels he doesn't know you all that well.

He was so young when you died.

I pointed out to him a picture of the two of you together that sits on a shelf in his room. He was in a stroller and you were all swollen with steroids.

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