Earl is one of my Uncle's best friends, he's a black dude. He used to help take care of me when I was a kid. When my mom split I lived with my granny.
So one day my granny and granddad left me with my Uncle Kenny and Earl. Kenny came in and started a bath and told Earl to make sure I took a bath. Then he went out to wash his car. A little time passes by and Kennys see me standing on the front porch with a dry as a bone. With empty vitamin bottle in hand. Kenny says "how many vitamins did you eat" I say "two". "How many did Mark eat" I say "two" "Where the HELL is Earl"
Earl was asleep on the couch. The whole house was flooded. And I had to have my stomach pumped. I apparantly had eaten about three hundred Flinstone vitamins.
Kenny and Earl also used to take me and my brother to the pool hall with them. They were great babysitters. And I am sure I learned lots of stuff at an early age hanging out with them.
Earl has stomach cancer. He has had two surgeries over the past 10 days. But the cancer is pretty much through out his entire body. They say he doesn't have much longer. Here's to Earl and the experiences we shared. I may not remember all of them. But I bet it was always an adventure.
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