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Originally Posted by reltih145
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Yeah, I remember those days. Fountains going off, sun shining bright. Von was in the movement back then. Goofy music playing in the background all the time...I miss those times.
I'd call Von up and say, "you ok? You alright?" and for some reason he'd get mad as hell. I'd crack up thinking about it. We used to chat about once a day at least and I'd be lying to say that I didn't miss talking to him, even when he used to make me want to shoot myself during his depression phases. Towards the end of being friends with him, I used to just tell him it was probably time to kill himself. We can all see he never did.
Now I still have fun with Von but its more focussed on following him around VNN picking at him. I don't care what it makes me look like. I get the biggest kick out of it. He'll go over to nimbusters, threaten my wife and family and I'll just laugh at him.