True friends are made not born. Wade Garrett was a great man. He could beat up fools all night, then take care of 2-5 of his lady friends...and then finish up the night with some morning philosophizing at the local diner...with a beer in one hand and a cigarette in the other the whole time.
Wade Garrett, you were the man. I miss you, my friend!
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Monday, August 27, 2007
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