I last saw Daniel on Febuary 5, 2002, he called me and I was at work and he wanted me to take him to pay his rent after work. I was tired, and wanted to go straight home, but since he asked I told him that I would. I grumbled the whole way over there, and then he came bouncing out of the house with a big smile on his face. He got into my car, and we talked the whole way, he was the one person who would have me cracking up the whole way. I took him to pay his rent, and then we stopped by the seven eleven, and he bought skittles for my daughter, along with five dollars. It was her birthday. I dropped him off... and that was the last time I physically saw him. Skip forward a week later he called me and told me he wanted to pick up my boys for the weekend, and he wanted me to see his new firebird. I told him I would see it the weekend he picked up the boys, he was killed on a Wednesday, and the time I saw his car was in the junkyard.
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