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Mike is a friend i lost contact with, he had parkinsons. I would always run into him on a whim. He is my only friend i ever had who lived in New York Ny. I used to love the stories he would tell about livin there. He would always tell me about hells kitchen etc. The reason i loved it is because i could tell if he was full of shit or not. NOw here i am a spoil fuckin brat livin in Bradley Il. every time i saw him i would yell KRAMER! Until the last time i called him kramer. He stated come on Joe, Frank, Carney or whatever ur name is. Quit with the kramer man! Please call me Mike. The only reason he said Frank was because Nash was rollin cigs for him and when he was about to say Carney, Joe or whatever ur name is, Nash through a Frank in there. At the time my landlord Ray was lettin people laundry in the basement. I love it because i love meeting new people but i found out it was Mike i was relieved. From there, Mike invited me to his apartment with Nash who i just met, well we got high as Fuck while blasting his stereo system from hell, classic it was all the time. We started hangin out everyday on and off, were a close knit family. 4 We say now Mike,Nash,Brett and Joe. We would party on and off until i got myself into a little trouble and lost contact with them. Mike used to shake uncontrollably until i ask him if everything was alright with him, he said he had a form of parkisins. i knew it was one of those diseaeses that made you shake he looked me dead in the eye as i felt bad as hell for its alright though Joe somebody will find a cure for this shit i got ya know.. i agreed and that was it talkin about his parks. After the trouble i was in was over, i rented room in Bradley, Ray was cool enough to let me keep my Beretta in the backyard. I thought to myself, i wonder if Mike still Thats when i started renting from Mike. He had a huge 2 bedroom at the time. I would drive to old eagle for food. I would see all the judgemental looks that people gave him and thought to man we live in a fucked up world where the only thing to do in a huge grocery store is talk about about a guy with parkinsins. as I walked around the store listening for these 2 hillbillys i realized it was worth scarin the hell outta them, but i did it. Years went on and tried to contact Mike by number. Disconnected. Sent him a letter. Return to sender. Went there just to confirm he was gone nothing, checked obits nothing. Well whereever Nash and Mike r dead or alive.. i wish them luck on whatever there up to.