Losing Jeremei Kawster

It Was All Amazing - 1

Hey, my name is Reese and today I am writing this book to help me remember a person I lost in my life, but you guys may also join me in this book if you like. I had lost my friend, Jeremei Kawster, I called him Jerri. Me and Jerri were like best friends when I was living in Toronto, Ontario, Canada. He was two years older than me, and he helped me through trouble I got into on the dangerous parts of Downtown, where him and I lived. He was the only person who I had fully connected with while I was in Toronto. He was like my brother. We both looked out for each other. I loved him, he was like no one I had ever met. Life had been amazing. Let me explain how we had met. I was with some gangsters who were with the East Side Killers, trying to matter to somebody. He had been strolling through the alley I was in, when I was offered a pipe containing crack cocaine. He ran to where I was, picked me up, and ran. When we were out of sight from the gangsters, he asked what I was doing with them, I said I was hanging with my friends. Jerri said, "Those a**holes are not your friends, they want you, trying to harm you, your life.". I thought for a second. He was right, if I would've done those drugs, I would've just ruined my life possibly. I was very thankful. After that, we were immediate friends. We saw each other every day. We did everything together. He kept me away from the Killers. We had a relationship like no other, we never left each other behind. I was more financially fortunate than he was, and I financially helped him sometimes. He would positively influence me. That doesn't mean I permanently stopped seeing the Killers, I still saw them occasionally. This was a problem. I got involved with them, and lying to Jerri about it. The Killers asked me who the guy was who had taken me, I said I didn't know. I didn't want Jerri to be put into danger. I saw the Killers for about six months, until Jerri found out. He saw me coming from a known Killer traphouse, (an abandon house or building where gangs hang out), and got furious. I said I would never see them again. That was a lie. Jerri found out again. He followed me one day into the traphouse.