After hearing about Lamar Odom receiving world wide agony over his condition of being in a coma after a four day narcotics bender, I decided that beating the punching dummy until my forearms ached, my knuckles bled in my gloves, and I could no longer make a fist out of anger wasn't such a bad cause.

Fuck this loss. Fuck death. Fuck the idea that I will suffer in silence. Tomorrow is my day off, and I will howl at the moon tonight, produce real material value tomorrow, and practice mental preparedness throughout in honor of my friend, a valued mentor, and a good man.