before I continue.....
May her soul rest in peace.i hate seeing baba sad. he cared about her a lot. it also doesn't help that there are a lot of loose ends that need to strung together somehow. why are deaths like that......like why do people make it harder than it already is. especially those who are "close" (some may say they are only for means of gain) to the deceased.
well when i die, after doing what i was sent here for, have one kick ass party. play lots of dilla, osunlade, james taylor...especially sweet baby james. play the sh*t i loved. dance the night away. i don't mind you cryin, but i order you to party and party hard. i don't think thats wrong. besides, it's my wish. so, even those of you who have two left feet, thats no excuse...get on the floor and let loose. and someone make sure to yell out "CHESA!!" when a hot lady starts to groove on the floor. oh yeah, and laugh....laugh hard. make corny jokes. if you wanna drink, drink....hell i have, though i'm on a alchohol sabatical for who knows how long. once you leave....leave with sweat on your brow, sore cheeks from all the laughter, and a loss of voice. i would've have wanted it no other way.
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