there arent really any words to describe how this article made me feel. I didnt know the guy at all, and somehow through the article, and through your writing, it made me feel sort of connected to who he was. It seems he has touched a lot of people. Let that live on in his memory, not the sadness of his loss, the joy, and experiences he gave you. This death is a real wake up call for me i guess. That at any moment, anything, no matter who you are can happen to you. The life you live has nothing to with the way you die, but if you live spiritually, and right, you can control where you will end up. His memories and life will live on in you, and in his other friends. RIP, even though i never met you, it seems your death has touched my life a little. Again....i say RIP
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Jules: What does Marcellus Wallace look like? Brett: What? Jules: [pointing his gun] Say 'what' again. SAY 'WHAT' AGAIN! I dare you, I double dare you, motherfucker! Say 'what' one more goddamn time! Brett: He's b-b-black... Jules: Go on. Brett: He's bald... Jules: Does he look like a bitch? Brett: What? [Jules shoots Brett in shoulder] Jules: DOES HE LOOK LIKE A BITCH? Brett: NO! Jules: Then why you trying to fuck him like a bitch, Brett? Brett: I didn't! Jules: Yes you did. Yes you did, Brett. You tried to fuck him. And Marcellus Wallace don't like to be fucked by anybody, except Mrs. Wallace.
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