The Haunted And The Hunted

Jackson.

A friend of mine. This story is to commemorate my good friend. I haven't seen him in a long time but if he is no longer with us then he should be remembered. Jackson was a old OG triple OG. that means a OG that's been around the block and then some. In his many years of things I don't even know about.. we became friends. He would pay me to push him around in his wheelchair when need be. After suffering a stroke and the loss of the use of his leg... It stuck out strait and was always in the way of something. Now to all you people who don't appreciate the little things listen up. Sidewalks are a bitch. This poor guy frail and thin would wheel his ass out of that old folks home every day. He refused to lay over and die. If you didn't move... Your ass us getting ran over. The 2 busses and the stares of annoyance from the commuters who were so inconvenienced by another cripple on the bus. When I would see him downtown I'd always give him a huge hug and attention. I no it made him feel good to still have a cute little white girl all over him. When I'd walk him home and push him up the jacked up street I'd go inside and there was no escape. The elderly would circle around so starved for a young person to say a few nice words or listen to a story. Fuck this place he tells me there all Nazis. For some reason it reminds me of the bucket list. Jackson was roommates with some old racist guy and they hated each other. Bedpans being thrown. The whole thing... I haven't seen my friend in a long time...I see him downtown. He's wearing a old hat with a hole on the top. His bald head sticking out like a egg in a nest. That's not right I tell him. I'm buying you a hat. It took me a few weeks of telling him.... A hat... Ur getting a hat soon.... Finally I go to the army surplus. Sometimes it takes a old guy who's been through it to know another old guys story. In stores like this you watch your fucking mouth so as not to be disrespectful. Dude behind the counter looks in his late 70s. I tell him of my friend and I ask what to buy. I explained what the old hat looks like. Get him this one he tells me. It's a grey sailor hat with silk red lining. A woven braid and small eagle buttons. Oh yea that's a hat for a triple OG. Jackson smiled so big that day and proudly rocked his new hat. I miss my friend I hope your safe and doing well wherever you are now.