If you’re reading and enjoy my stories please feel inclined to SUBSCRIBE(lol).It’s Tuesday ,March 10th of 2026.I am laying in my bed right now listening to some tunes by an artist named Ghostemane.I can kind of tell my medicine has my body a little jittery because I’m shaking and my hands feel uncoordinated.But I feel alright overall,today I feel like writing about the time I was chilling at my homies house and we used to workout.We used to do push-ups like crazy but around this time I had gone to a mental facility for the first time.I remember being at school with all A’s for all my classes and it was a great time to be alive.I had a good grip of money and nice shoes a cool style and a bright future ahead of me.I remember going to therapy and saying something that worried a psychiatrist,she said I was a danger to others and then I was placed on a 5250 hold in central star youth facility.There I made some friends with whom I haven’t talked to since but maybe one day I will.While I was on my hold I was challenged to a push up contest which I won.I did 50 push-ups straight and my opponent did 25,being in there for my first time taught me to not say things I’d regret later.I want to talk about my homeboy his name is William,I grew up with home for most of my high school years,we’re basically like brothers I’d give the shirt off my back for him.He had a rough childhood growing up and he made the best of the situation he was in and now he’s in the NAVY serving the people of this country.My boy is a serious dude he don’t play about his Cheerios but me and him are goofs when we’re together,like many best friends are.I remember this one time we were having a lecture in class and I started to laugh because I had remembered something the teacher said that sounded hilarious in my head.William began to laugh because I was laughing, we were a crazy duo man,Im forever grateful to God for giving me a friend like him.My brother is now married to his wife,her name is Cat,I have fond memories of both him and her because we all enjoyed life together like birds of a feather.Speaking of birds my next topic will be about letting people go like when you let birds fly away,my friend Alfonso passed away in 2024 he left his little brothers behind because he was caught up in the wrong situation.He was hanging out with the wrong people and ended up getting shot,he didn’t survive his injuries and now his little brother is following in his footsteps.Its amazing how a beautiful bond between brothers can turn into a poison that when drunken can destroy a flower while it was blooming into life.The way things can turn out to be sometimes are not what one expects,Alfonso was a good kid he did not deserve to go in such a manner.I still remember seeing his body in a suit inside of a casket,this image when replayed brings a long line of memories back into my head and it makes me depressed to know he’s gone.I am now going to end this story.Thank you for reading and please share.