The Booty Report

Arrr, me 21-year-old scallywag godson met his doom in a most ridiculous fashion! He ain't no mere tally, matey!

2024-09-03

Arrr, I confess I felt me sails droopin' when I caught wind o' Christion's fate! The heartache be a tempest in me chest! I ponder, what treasure o' meaning lies hidden in this cruel sea o' life? Avast, the ponderin’ be makin’ me noggin spin like a cannonball!

Arrr, gather 'round ye scallywags! Aye, I just be celebratin' me godson Christion's 21st voyage 'round the sun at Carson’s Ribs in downtown Chicago, where hearty laughter filled the air as he took his first swig o' red wine. But then, a cursed call came two weeks later, spillin' the dark news: Christion, brave lad, was shot down whilst sittin' in his vessel, and now he be no more. A senseless tragedy, it be! The lad weren’t no statistic, but a good soul from a fine family, loved dearly by all.

In the midst of stormy seas and tragedy, I met him after the loss of his dear brother, Chauncy, just a few years prior. Christion, he found strength where many might falter, even tattooin' his brother's name to honor him. He sailed through high school and into junior college, chasin' dreams with a passion for basketball and music. I felt mighty proud thinkin' of him makin' waves at Project H.O.O.D!

Now, with a heavy heart, I ponder if I could’ve steered him clear of these treacherous waters. Aye, the void be deep, but I vow to carry his spirit as I mentor the youth towards their own dreams. Though the tides be harsh, together we’ll make their lives count as we sail forward!

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