Back in the days of MSN chatrooms and MSN messenger me and my friends (online) had a friend who supposedly offed himself 'cause of this chick he was dating online. We all thought he was just being melodramatic and would pop back online a few days later with a new hotmail address and try and profile like he was someone else while trying to get back into the crew. Then weeks turned to months and I saw his account online and started talking to him.......It was his younger sister and she told me the whole thing. I thought it was him just being silly

until she scanned the funeral booklet.
Rest in Peace, FinalFlashVegeta85.
Made a friend back in Uni when I was in the Caribbean. He was a bit of a free spirit, prone to thinking big to an almost unrealistic degree but he was a solid gold mate. The first day he showed up on campus me and my friends kept laughing 'cause he looked ALOT like Otacon from MGS
Glasses and hair and he was reading a book, so we'd refer to him as Otacon until we finally met him and realized he was the brother of another friend we had made earlier. The funny thing is, we all became better, more outgoing friends with him than his brother even though we met him for just a year. He was the guy that introduced me to mushrooms since everyone else was scared to take that shyt (I was still scared to try weed back then

) and he put me onto Psychoactives and the website Erowid. I remembered when he first got cheeks and breh came to college with the fukking Condom in his bag.

"SHE PUT THE CONDOM ON WITH HER MOUTH, DUDE!!"

Kid was a clown, but suffered from Diabetes and had to take insulin. When his shyt dropped, he'd be prone to dark thoughts and bad moods. Dude found a steady girlfriend, this pug faced little British bytch and I think she ended up dumping him to go with some surfer fakkit and he kept trying to win her back. He felt it was 'cause he cut his hair (He had long waist length hair before he came to college) and was deciding to grow that shyt back.
The last Saturday we all saw him, we were at college, kicking it, drinking under cover and listening to music. Saturday night I got a few calls on the house phone (No cell back then

) with the island abuzz with gossip of a suicide. Called his house to speak to his brother and see if he knew anything about it since it was in his area............all I could hear was his dad in the background thoroughly losing his shyt and breaking things around the apartment......They had just found dude hung up in the back behind the apartment.

We buried him at sea and I learned about Sea-cliffs and shyt. Spent the entire trip back puking my guts out 'cause of the waves/excess alcohol and sadness. I still get dreams of his lead coffin floating out, taking in water and then just *Blurping* down into oblivion.
Rest in Peace KungfuNation-Mason.
Had a Godbrother who recently did the same shyt over a female. He was more my younger sister's godbrother, but I don't follow that "God family" shyt so I don't know exactly how we was related in that sense.

But I was more cool with his Dad who was cool with my Dad. We never really talked, like that but it was still love off of the relationship his dad had with ours and me. Breh loved the colour purple and was becoming a really good Saxophone player for a bit. Wanted a purple saxophone but had to settle for wrapping a big sash or whatever around it until he got one. He was dating or atleast sniffing around this chick who I guess either ended it with him or didn't take him on as a full on boyfriend. His moms found him hung up in the living room and fell out. Then the Dad came home and found him hung up, and her passed out.....and nearly fell out himself.
Didn't go to the funeral, but I helped him find purple tiles'n'shyt for the tomb and refused to take his money when he came to pay since I told management to just take it out of my cheque (They donated 'em. God bless 'em.)
Rest in Peace GodBro Chad.
Had a co-worker/friend guy do some really foul shyt late last year that had him take his own life and alter the life of a woman on some very severe shyt. I had known breh for years growing up and when I got into the construction field as a labourer, we became decent friends. We'd go drinking and Pawging (Well, mainly him, but if I pulled a white chick too, it was whatever.

) and pretty much had a friendly relationship despite the age gap (20 years) and what's not. He was a bit of a bounder and often had his well being tied to the women he were dating and to this day I honestly don't know why he didn't find an old pawg to fukk and live off of since White women loved the fukk out his Bedbuckin' ass, (Pause

).
Last year he started to date this reformed Crack smoking bytch who used to abuse him, take advantage of him, toss him out and then pull him back in whenever she wanted something done or some dikk. He started to get fed up about that shyt and talked about just wanting to 'end it' at times.
The week before he decided to get all stupid, we was working on renovating a building into a resturant and the cops came up on the job to arrest him. Apparently that crackwhore took his down to the police station and dropped all kinds of charges on him and that shyt set him off to the point when he finally came back to work, he couldn't work. Breh was just pacing, cursing, ranting. Muscular, dark, dude with a heavy St Vincent accent....fukkin' scary site but I could hair the pain in this cat's voice.
The bytch had the cops arrest him again claiming he broke the protection order and came towards her (I heard he just went back for his clothes) and he ambushed her on her way home from work with a Machete.

I'll keep it short, she lived, but she can't dap you, wipe her ass or even write anymore. One hand's gone and the other look's like a Ninja Turtle's.

Breh went on the run, but if anyone here knows about St Vincent guys, then they should have an idea of what he did next to himself AFTER he chopped her up with one of those famous, super sharp Vincentian machetes.
Rest in Peace Mr Guzzy, A.K.A. shyt cleaner, A.K.A. "Mr Blow Air through the booty."