He knew I’d chase him no matter the corner he ended up drowning in. He knew I’d change his Levi jeans no matter the amount of times he drank until he pissed his self. He also knew no matter what or how many bodies he had piled high that I would dig the grave. He knew when his legs stopped working & his hair grew gray I’d sale the dope. He knew I wouldn’t let him take a sentence or a day in Jail. He just knew I’d take the fall. It was either COMPLETELY blind love or none at all.