Entry: The Wake Monday, March 01, 2004

                                    Today was Jimmy Dean's wake.  I can't believe he's gone.  What a tragedy.  I feel bad because he was only 20 years old.  He was my roommate a couple of times.  The nicest, and most considerate guy ever, but real quiet.  He was one of the first people I became friends with when I first moved here.  I'm going to freak out tomorrow when they have his funeral.  Steph (his love) seems to be doing good, but you can tell that she's going to be mourning for a long time.  Same with Jimmy's brother Ivan.  They were super close.  I only knew him for about 2 years, but I got a few good memories that I'll never forget.  Like when he was watching his nefew, Darius.  Jimmy was picking him up by his feet and swinging him on the couch.  Once in a while he'd be grabbing his pants too and make then fall down a bit.  Well, Jimmy picked him up by his pants and his foot slipped out of Jimmy's grip, and Darius hit the floor and everyone in the room started laughing, even Darius and then he realized he had no pants on, they had fallen off and still in Jimmy's hands, and so Darius jumped on the couch embarrassed because he only had his gitch on.  It was one of those, You had to be there, moments.  Good Guy.







January 31, 2005   06:41 PM PST
aww.. if this is the same Jimmy Dean who died from crystal meth.. well then i know pretty much the whole story! and its very sad! his dad was at my school today talking about crystal meth and about how jimmy died and whatnot.. it was sad!

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