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I want to write a tribute to my friend. He passed away four days ago.
We were both outsiders in school and bonded because we would never be in the cool kids club.
In the 70's it was practically a crime to be different.
I was a poor Wailacki kid and he was a gay boy.
What we had in common was that we each had a friend that made us feel not alone.
We both left school before graduating. We grew up.
He bought his own hair salon and a fancy house and I found my own success.
He asked to be my date to the twentieth high-school reunion we crashed because we weren't invited. We didn't belong, but might of, if they hadn't chased us off.
We were dressed to the nines. He was wearing the biggest diamonds in the room.
Our classmates hadn't changed and were still unkind, but it didn't matter anymore.
We had fun and left those people in the rear view mirror after that.
We were friends for over fifty years.
He was a good person who will be missed.
He already is.