Meade was always a quicker. He fiddlefucked with every vice and & jig. I was his crutch through it all. He HAD to bang a 400 pounder. And then, there were the bi-curious days. Oh, they came for a while, left for a bit and came back again. Got to the point that I could never could say for sure which way he was batting. Suffice it to say, I knew he was into a wagoload of crazy ass shit.

He turned out OK though. Just goes to prove the German/Scots/Irish heritage of Americans are of strong stock. Like Krupp Steel you could say, tough as krupp steel. Other people would of folded. turned to alcohol, drugs, sex and other vices.

His gay suppliers prolly sold him a fentanyl life sentence

I used to kick him when I saw him laying in the dirt. He used to curse me and spit if he saw me. He was a nasty and unhappy man and im6glad he's gone.

You kicked Meade when he was laying in the dirt??? What Lind of person does such a mean thing?

Meade was a gentle, sex-confused hobbit. He dint do nuffin to nobody. He was such a gay hugger, he'd hug you so hard from behind he'd poke ya with his parsnip.