Sunday, June 4, 2023
My name is Justin La Marine. I met Kelson in prison of all places. I have never really had what you would call an easy time ever making friends, prison didn't make this character defect any less glaring. I kept my nose clean m first time down, I worked out, read books, and had a really nice cd collection. I heard on the grapevine that Kelson had Deftones, White Pony, and I had to borrow it. He saw my collection of Tool, Perfect Circle, and Lamb of God; and like that we were friends. I ended up getting out a little before him, but as luck should have it he shows up to ye apartment complex I'm living in with some other dude and I just happen to be working on my roommates car. He heard my voice and we started chillin tough all over again. That was in 2016. Kelson had been my only real dude friend since I met with him that day in prison, trying to get him to come off his tunes. The Date is June fourth right now. I found out yesterday. So in the middle more towards the beginning of March I started going to detox. I tried to get him to roll with, he said he wasn't ready. These last couple days I have been kicking the shit out of myself for fucking accepting that answer. I know there is a great architect, and we are part of his plan. I know it was his decision, I just know the next time I get the opportunity to not accept that answer I'm going to take it. Just for my own peace of mind. So 2016 turned into 2019 and my ass ends up prison again, by during these three years me and Kelson were good homies, really the only male friend I had at the time. I get out of prison, and then like four months or so later I get a message on my Facebook and it was Kelson. These last few years were super tough on Kelson, a book could be written on just what happened to him from 2020 to 2021 alone and it would've been a best seller. Shit was different though, the blues had come to town and they came to wreck shop. I watched him try again and again and he just couldn't get on his feet. I remember the birthday before this last one, he calls me up . Dudes got no shirt on, torn up shorts, flip flops but one of the straps wouldn't stay on one so he is sliding around, he lost a back pack, he is wondering around on 29th and Alvernon are, and he is carrying around an acoustic guitar. Dude is just tore back. He calls, I swoop him up, got him some food and then later that night dropped him off at some girls house. When the shit had hit the fan, all he had to do was make a call and I always picked up my phone, because he always picked up for me. I just wished he called. He made a positive mark on my life, he was my only friend, and I miss the fuck out of him.
Love you man
