So today in English class this kid named josh said when he googled himself that my name came up next to his and he thought it was some kind of honor roll thing so i decided to google myself today since i havent done it in awhile the most recent hit on my name is this article from the Suffolk Times. I started to cry and blog right away. I keep saying that I am going to blog about this whole situation but its still really hard for me to think about everything without crying, but i decided as of now cause i have some free time that i need to do this and maybe it will make me feel better.I hadent seen my cousin Kyle in a few years but judging on the article not too much has changed, he still likes the mets and had this picture on his trunk. but the boy had a mets shirt on i just couldnt find the right one.
he used to shave his head and had a weird semi large go-tee thing (it bothers me that i dont know how to spell that). Here are some pictures of him. with my other cousins baby and when he was a kid.

He lived in Texas for awhile after he finished high school and became (or already was, i guess it runs in the family) a little bit racist, he had a confederate flag on his trunk also.
I cant think of much else which makes me sad but i can always write more later i guess. At his funeral some of his friends were drunk. Cool. And i thought he had died of a car accident because my mom said "he was in a terrible accident" and when i assumed car she didnt correct me until a few weeks later (thanks mom). My mom said she didnt think most of my cousins would be at the funeral cause they couldn't miss school, but that turned out to be bullshit ALL of my cousins went even the ones that live in Hawaii (except one cause her dad [my blood uncle] died and she hasent even met Kyle). And a week or two ago I found this in my sisters room, i guess it was from the funeral. (sorry its hard to read)
Ah yes, i didnt tell of his cause of death. He was an alcholic, and was taking some oxycotin for some pain he was having i guess, he was having a fight with his girlfriend and stayed with a different friend where he got drunk and never woke up. He was an organ donor and he gave his two kidneys, his liver and his heart, which saved three lives (one greedy person got both one kidney and his heart so just three) but thats still good i guess, and he was cremated. So that is his life pretty much.

i guess thats all i have to say right now but it feels good knowing i have "honored" him even if it is just a blog that two or three people will read.