Got mad love for the barkada.

I just came home from a wake. Seems strange to come home and go about life as usual, so I thought I'd sit down gather myself to say thanks.

Thanks for everyday.
Thanks to the Momdukes and Pops for all the lessons, the hard truths and the whips with the cinturon.
Thanks to Judith for annoying me, pushing me and letting me know how much of a dork I really am.
Thanks to the life experiences.
Thanks to my first office job to really remind me that there is always something better out there for me.
Thanks to my barber for hooking me up and keeping my steez game tight.
Thanks to the girls that broke my heart, the boys who betrayed me and the folks who hate me; you make me push through any situation.
Thanks to Stony Brook University; for giving me the opportunity to make a family, to be president of PUSO, for walking in the Latin Fashion Show and for allowing me to be a big man on campus.
Thanks to my Delta Chi brothers for breaking me out at 18.
Thanks to my EOD brothers for putting me back down at 24.
Thanks to Eunice. Just because.
Thanks to Jim, Jack, Johnny and Jose.
Thanks to cameras for capturing a moment in time.
Thanks that I still have a memory to remember those moments in time.