Everything you need to know is in this opening paragraph but I'll elaborate to keep your brain awake. I told about 200 people at a memorial service once. People didn't listen once. That's three memorials I've been asked to speak at by the way (I can't say no and they know it!!) on behalf of someone who was here and is now dead as a doorknob. Since then I've repeated myself I don't know how many times I don't know how many times many times: Quit fucking dying!
I first wrote about it three years ago when I told you about Chris—35, wife and two kids, bad batch of cocaine. I called him my biggest fan. This is my I don't know many times mentioning Chris since he died.
Hello ello llo 0o . "He got a bad batch of cocaine." That means they're cutting cocaine with fentanyl; mixing, merging, combining, fusing, cutting cocaine with fentanyl. I don't know how many times I have to say it. I don't know the effects of a good cut, either, but I know for a fact a bad one kills you.
I traveled solo back to California last weekend. I haven't been around all my friends like that since 2017. I either didn't get enough sleep or stayed awake the whole time, one or the other, I'm unsure which. I sure am tired though.
Drama. Don and Ilene have been together 25 years, they just had their first grandchild last year. Stan and Mindy have been together 20 something years, too, they have three grandkids together. I just found out Don and Mindy have been fuckin the whole time! I don't know how they kept it from all of us for two and a half decades, I had zero inclination that was going on. There's two fresh divorce cases on the docket.
Good. I had some good food while I was there too. Great food. The most delicious food ever. Los Angeles has arguably the best cuisine in the world. Most foodies will say its second to San Francisco but I'm probably biased, San Francisco's a stellar runner-up. With the good comes the bad.
I've known Richard nearly 35 years. We met way back in 7th grade, I would've been 12 years old. He's a big dude, always has been. Big - tall and big - wide. He's probably 6-3 and weighs between 250 and 300 pounds—cool dude. I've seen him throw hands before, too, he's not just big he's quick and agile—athletic. He and I played football together back in the day. Someone you wouldn't want to piss off.
Sienna Noelle Romero is Richards daughter. Please click that. I don't know if is or was is appropriate. Richard's my only homeboy to date who's buried his own child. Sienna was 18 years old last month.
Before Pura and after my first wife, I dated quite a bit. There's a 17 year gap there, it's taken me this long to learn how to be a better person. The longest relationship I maintained with one girl during that 17 year span was an off/on relationship for approximately two years with Kristi Jean Engilman/Yates. Please click that.
Kristi was beautiful. She had long, wavy and thick hair. She was a hair stylist and owned her own salon so it's always different colors. Kristi has a little brother named Nick, he registered that go fund me page in the previous paragraph. Nick Engilman has now buried (in this order) his mother, his father, his brother and, finally the last of his kin, his sister Kristi.
Kristi is survived by two small children, Gunner and Liberty. She had a huge heart. She had a large circle of friends, was a great cook and always available when someone needed her. I wish I could've seen her one more time. She is loved and she will be missed. Kristi was 41 years old last month.
