This is a file, a poem i wrote a long time ago for someone, someone i didn't even know, but i should have. my sister in law's younger brother Jack... it really doesn't matter how, but he was killed doing his job, working a convenience store to pay his way through college because he didn't want his folks to pay for it...and after he gave them what they wanted they shot him... I say this because ever since I heard about Furp's death, my mind has come back to this poem, and it has bothered me... another great guy whose path i have crossed, that i will never know... but even as much as hearing about the circumstances of his death... I look at it with a smile despite it, because i think i could safely say after looking at all the positive attention he has gotten in this, he shouldn't have had any worries about the legacy he left behind... so many of you are just smiling, carrying on, laughing about the things that he did weeks ago, years ago, even longer than that... I dunno, but i hope I leave this world with as much of a positive imprint as he has, God Bless