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Danny sagte mir immer, ich solle von Herzen schreiben, und das mache ich jetzt auch...

Durch Zufall fand ich 1998 ein Buch über die Doors, der Titel: Wonderland Avenue.Es war noch nichtmal für mich gekauft, sondern für meine Freundin, die ein großer Doors Fan war.Was mich anging, ich kannte The Doors nicht. Deshalb, und auch weil ich wissen wollte was meine Freundin an jener Band so toll fand, fing ich an, das Buch zu lesen. Es fesselte mich dermassen, dass ich zwei Nächte lang durch nur darin am lesen war.Danny zog mich vollkommen in seinen Bann. Ich fand es einfach toll, wie verrückt, aufsässig und rebellisch er war.Und nicht nur das, wir hatten sogar gleiche Ansichten in sovielen Dingen, hinzu waren sein Vater sowie mein 'Vater' fremdgegangen...Danny gab sich selbst die Schuld, mir erging es da leider nicht anders.Ehrlich, das Buch hätte von mir sein können!!Es ging mir nicht darum, dass er Jim Morrisons Freund war oder damals ein begnadeter und erfolgreicher Manager, nein, ich mochte ihn , sein Wesen und Charakter, wir waren durch ähnlichen Mist gegangen was Scheidung, Umzug sowie meine zukünftige Heroinabhängigkeit betraf. Ich dachte mir, er sei der einzige, der mich richtig verstehen würde...Dumm gelaufen ist nur, daß das Buch Wonderland Ave, mich im ungünstigsten Punkt meines Lebens traf. Mir ging es damals sehr schlecht und las dann doch glatt wie sehr Danny in seinen Zwanzigern vom Heroin angetan war. Geborgenheit, Wärme etc soll es einem verschaffen.Mein verpohlter Verstand ließ den Gedanken an jene Gefühle nicht mehr los...also kam, was kommen mußte...

Ich habe das Glück Robby Kriegrs Sohn Waylon als Kumpel zu haben, welcher mir Dannys email addy besorgte und so schrieb ich ihm offen und ehrlich...und so wurden Danny und ich letzten Endes Freunde. Mehrere Monate hinweg mailten wir uns,chatteten oder ich rief ihn in seinem Büro an. Er hörte mir zu und gab mir das Gefühl von Anerkennung. Hinzu versuchte er mir zu helfen, was meine Abhängigkeit anbelangte. Und ich gewann sein Vertrauen, irgendwie paßte er auf mich auf, in seiner Nähe fühlte ich mich geborgen.

Und dann kam Paris 2001...ich war eingeladen zur Pressekonferenz von Ray Manzarek und Danny Sugerman. Ich hatte Sugerman bis dato noch nie persöhnlich gegenüber gestanden, bis zu jenem Abend , einen Tag vor dem großen Tag.Wir waren alle im R-Cafe...und ich war ganz schön nervös!Als Danny sich endlich von seiner Fangemeinde losreißen konnte, und ganz alleine am Thresen stand, nahm ich meinen ganzen Mut zusammen und begrüßte ihn. Wir kamen ins Gespräch und redeten über LA, unsere Familien, sowie erzählte er mir, wie er vom Heroin abkam.Danny war mehrere Jahre im Methadonprogramm gewesen und schwärmte nur so davon.Ich hingegen war gerade mal zwei Tage clean und mir war immer noch mies zumute. Aber ich wollte clean sein für Paris, das war mein Ziel!Aber ich hatte auch ein kleines Anliegen. Ich brauchte eine Erläuterung zu einem Text von Arthur Rimbaud, wobei Danny mir gerne aushalf.Nach ein paar Minuten, 'versuchten' wir vom Cafe weg zu gehen, um Danny ein Taxi zu besorgen, als plötzlich schon wieder dieser nervige Typ auftauchte, welcher Danny schon den ganzen Abend nicht in Ruhe ließ. Ich konnte gerade noch zur Seite springen, als auch schon die Fetzen flogen. Sie rangelten und schubsten sich, bis einige Doors Fans dazwischen gingen.Dann endlich konnten wir gehen, halb geschockt über dieses Szenarium,trottete ich neben ihm her...10 Minuten später sah ich Danny nach, wie er auf dem Rücksitz eines Taxis in der Dunkelheit verschwand...

Als ich nach dem Abenteuer 'Paris' wieder in dem langweiligen Deutschland ankam, scheckte ich als allererstes meine Emails, und Bingo!Danny hatte mir zurück gemailt.In seiner Email schwärmte er mir von ein paar Büchern vor, die er gerade las, wie romantisch und philosophisch sie zu sein schienen. Er schrieb u.a. auch, daß er geschäftlich in London zu tun hatte, und wollte wissen, ob ich nicht Lust hätte, ihm für ein paar Tage Gesellschaft zu leisten. Ich war sehr glücklich über diese Einladung und nahm gerne an. Er gab mir die Adresse sowie seine Handynummer durch und zwei Tage später saß ich im Zug Richtung London...

Scheiße, war ich vielleicht nervös, als ich aus dem Aufzug kam und Zimmer 812 des Metropolitan Hotels ansteuerte. Ich hätte mir aber viel lieber auf die Zunge gebissen, als mir das anmerken zu lassen...aber die Angst verschwand sehr schnell, als ich mit Danny zusammen den kleinen Kühlschrank seines Zimmers durchstöberten...wenig später saßen wir auf seinem Doppelbett und erzählten.

Danny:"Weißt du, ich habe in Paris nach der Konferenz draußen nach dir gesucht" Dass ich da gerade auf Drogensuche in Paris umherlief, wollte ich ihm nicht gerade auf die Nase binden.Danny fuhr fort:"Ich hatte noch einige blaue Bänder über und wollte sie draußen an die Fans verteilen. Doch sie drehten plötzlich alle am Rad, rempelten mich um, rissen mir und sich gegenseitig die Dinger aus der Hand. Ey, ich hatte echt Schiß und habe mich in der Telefonzelle eingesperrt." Schon alleine beim Gedanken an das Bild von Sugerman in der Zelle, mußte ich anfangen zu lachen..  

Auch entstand mein Nickname, KID, hier. Danny meinte, ich sei noch so jung , ich sehe aus wie 16....;-))

Wenig später gingen wir zusammen ins Hard Rock Cafe, welches direkt um die Ecke lag. (Danny besaß sogar eine goldene Karte zu diesem Lokal, man kannte ihn hier bereits recht gut, sodass wir nichtmal in der langen Reihe draussen vor dem Lokal warten mussten , sondern direkt zu unserem Tisch geführt wurden, was ich echt cool fand:-)) Wir tranken ein Budweiser nach dem anderen, als Danny mir erzählte, es sei Jims Lieblingsbier gewesen. Aber er musste bemerkt,haben dass es mir nicht so gut ging. Tage zuvor hatte ich erst mit dem Heroin aufgehört , war also immer noch ein wenig auf Turkey.

"Ich habe da was für " sagte Danny plötzlich.

"Hab geahnt dass du auf Entzug sein würdest, also habe ich dir das hier bei einem Arzt hier in London besorgt." Es war Methadon. Man war ich froh! Ich war wirklich mies drauf mittlerweile, doch nach der Einnahme ging es mir wenig später wieder etwas besser. Aufeinmal fing er an über Rimbaud und Absinth zu reden, dass Rimbaud es wohl trank, um unter Visionen schreiben zu können.

"Ich weiss das der Pub neben unserem Hotel Absinth hat. " sagte Danny. Ich freute mich schon tierisch darauf zusammen mit Danny Sugerman stoned zu sein, aber im nachhinein vergaßen wir das leider vollkommen. Was für ein Pech!

Er bezahlte das Essen und die Getränke. Danny war echt voll lieb und verdammt großzügig. Er bot mir sogar an mir ein HRC Tshirt zu kaufen, doch ich lehnte dankend ab. Ich wollte nicht nur immer nehmen sondern auch mal etwas geben, immerhin hatte Danny bereits meine Zugfahrt, das Taxi, das Essen sowie die Getränke und das Methadon bezahlt, und jetzt auch noch das???Hier an dieser Stelle möchte ich erwähnen dass ich Danny nicht liebte oder sowas in der Art, ich sah ihn mehr als einen großen Bruder an oder ein Vater der auf mich aufpaßte, und das tat Danny wirklich!!

Als wir auf dem Rückweg waren, wollte ich wissen wie ich all das hier wieder gutmachen könnte, er meinte nur ich solle vom Heroin wegbleiben, mehr wünsche er sich garnicht.

Zurück, fingen wir an dem Artikel über die Pressekonferenz zu schreiben, er weniger als ich, aber das war vollkommen okay so. Was mich sehr stolz machte war als er mich lobte und meinte ich könne gut schreiben, man , das ging runter wie Öl.

Hier der Artikel.....

Back in Time...

This wasnt a fake dream, not this time. Everyone was excited and there was a great communal atmosphere at the Theatre Les Bouffet du nord in Paris on the evening of July 3. The just released Aquarius concerts were overpowering the noise of the crowd all of whom were waiting for celebrating to official begin: 400 lucky fans were given tickets free of charge . Sitting back, being part of somthing special mystic makes me feel in a state of awe.

The audience exploded as soon as Ray Manzarek and the Doors Manager Danny Sugerman came up on stage. When the crowd became quiet, Ray started talking bout Jim Morrison, Dionysus reborn, the obsessed Shaman who leads his audience into another state of conciousness.

Before the press conference started, Sugerman began by reminding what it’s all about.

"We are all Doors fans, let‘s remember Jim‘s Art and his words. Let’s thank Jim who is the reason we are here."

The usual questions bout Jim were asked like how he died.

"He always had to test people, he liked living on the edge. He just did to much of everything. What killed Jim was excess" Ray explained.

Other topics like the new releases of Bright Midnite were discussed. (To order these concerts go to www.thedoors.com)

When questions about next published poetry , like fireheart were raised, Ray denied the possibility saying that it is probably not Jim’s own poetry. Danny asked Patricia Keneally for a handwriting Analysts opinion but Patricia refused.

Although Sugerman announced there will be new videos and DVD’s out soon; his book Wonderland Avenue might come on the big screen if everything works out, so keep your fingers crossed.

Fans questioned bout the Doors Movie by Oliver Stone. "Its just a $50 Million Rock video" Sugerman joked. The actors did a great job and the best scenes were the concerts, for sure. While on the subject of acting, the name Cliff Morrison was brought up. As with Patricia Keneally, Cliff refused to take a DNA Test.

Would there have been a Jim Morrison without the Doors?

Ray was quiet reflective. Danny answered:" Probably he would have been another drunken poet living at Venice Beach." Ray said: " But Im sure he would have gotten his poems published. I think it was the voice of the Indian the occupied Jim at the age of four who whispered all that great poems in his ears and it was the

Indian who said ...go for a walk at Venice Beach, theres a guy waiting for you ...And this guy was me"

A question came bout Jim and drug abuse. "Drop acid maybe, open your own Doors of perception , you have to find the truth within your own mind, but stay away from coc and heroin. I think Jim would say...Dont be stupid! Stay alive!...If I would have known better what was going on with Jim at that time, I would have tried to get him into 12 step rehab program. But in the sixties, you dont say...Hey Man, stop drinking!...But Jim knew it was wrong. He said once he will try to quit, but he was an addict and addicts dont have control over this. He was always testing the boundaries." Ray responded.

When the questions were done, the lights turned off and Ray began to weave his magical style on the piano. The feeling I had was just like being back in time at a Doors concert. One could almost sense the presence of Jim on stage. Emotions ran high as he played on Light my fire and all time was forgotten.

Before the screening of the movies like Feast of friends, HWY, the Ghost Song and Critique, Ray and Danny were available to sign Records and books.

This evening showed again, that the Doors and Jim

Morrison are still alive.

 

Wenig später zeigte er mir in seinem Leptop viele Bilder von Jim die bisher noch unveröffentlich waren. Das war echt cool.

 Wir erzählten auch sehr viel, so zum Beispiel meinte Danny, er wollte immer so wie Jim sein...seine Ehrlichkeit warf mich echt um.

Mittlerweile dachte ich, dass es spät würde und wollte mich auf den Weg machen, als Sugerman von mir wissen wollte wo ich denn die kommende Nacht schlafen würde. Ich sagte ihm ganz aufrichtig dass ich geplant hatte in London herum zu spazieren woraufhin er meinte das würde er nicht zulassen, er lud mich ein die folgende Nacht bei ihm zu schlafen. Wir teilten uns sein großes Doppelbett, natürlich NUR als Freunde!!!Bevor wir uns es jedoch im Bett gemütlich machten, hatte er noch ein kleines Geschenk für mich, die Interview CD mit Jim Morrison die noch garnicht auf dem Markt war. War ich vielleicht dankbar und echt happy:-)

Er gab mir ein Buch, eines seiner Lieblingsbücher, zum lesen. So lagen wir Seite an Seite in dem mehr als großen Bett und lasen. Ich habe mich nie wieder so sicher und vorallem als etwas so besonderes gefühlt...

So gegen 12 Uhr nachts wurde Danny langsam müde und wollte ins Bett gehen. Doch vorher gab er mir noch seine Jogginghose in der ich schlafen sollte. Immerhin hatte ich nur Jeans an und nichts weiteres dabei, es war auch überhaupt nicht geplant gewesen die Nacht bei ihm zu übernachten. Die hälfte der Nacht schlief ich in Dannys Arm, NUR als FREUNDE, wir lagen aneinander gekuschelt, wie zwei Löffel. Ich fühlte mich sehr geborgen....Er war wirklich nur ein älterer Bruder für mich.

Gegen 9.30 am nächsten Morgen standen wir auf und frühstückten zusammen, Toast mit Marmelade. Danny hatte noch ein paar wichtige Telefonate zu führen während dessen ich mich schonmal anzog.

Wenig später witzelte er herum, dass er mich hätte kneifen müssen die letzte Nacht weil ich angeblich so geschnarcht hätte. Wir mussten beide lachen...wie peinlich!!!

Ich wollte Danny alles zurück bezahlen, doch er wollte es garnicht. Er meinte nur, ich solle mir ein schönes Ledertagebuch und einen schönen Stift kaufen und mir jeden Tag aufschreiben was ich gelernt hätte. Ich konnte all das nicht mehr glauben so langsam, warum tat er all das für mich, also fragte ich nach...Danny meinte, er mag mich halt, ich sei nett und höflich und er will mir so gerne helfen mit dem Heroin klar zu kommen. Aber was mich wirklich stolz machte, war, als er sagte, dass ich ihn an sich selber erinnerte.Er holte aus seiner Gesäßtasche seinen Geldbeutel hervor und gab mir eine kleine Gebetskarte sowie eine Vistenkarte mit seiner Adresse drauf. Die Gebetskarte sei wohl sehr wichtig für ihn ,sagte er zu mir,  sie habe ihm geholfen mit seiner Sucht fertig zu werden, jetzt wolle er dass sie mir hilft.Ich konnte nichts mehr sagen, war einfach nur sprachlos. Danny war ein so lieber und großzügiger Mensch, er war da für mich wenn ich ihn brauchte, er hörte mir zu und half mir bei all meinen Problemen.Und ich weiss sehr gut, dass das nicht selbstverständlich ist....

Zeit zum Goodbye sagen kam. Er nahm mich in den Arm und gab mir einen Kuß auf meine Stirn.

Ich werde niemals vergessen was du alles für mich getan hast, das weiss ich sehr gut zu schätzen, vielen lieben Dank, Danny!!!

R.I.P.

Copyright by KID

 

Danny always told me to write from my heart....what Im going to do now...

By accident in 1998, I found a book about the Doors, called Wonderland Avenue.I didnt even buy the book for myself, no, it was for a friend of mine who was a big Doors fan. I didnt know anything about the Doors around that time. Just because I wanted to find out, what she liked about that band, I started to read. And it was amazing!!! I was reading two nights long, as I wasnt able to give this book out of my hands. Danny was pulling me into his magical ban. I just liked his attitue, he was crazy and rebellious and there was even more we had in common...we went thru the same shit with our families and had to move into other cities and even our both heroin addictions, etc...Really the book could have been written by me!!!It wasnt about him, knowing Jim Morrison or being a very successfull manager..no, I thought he would be the only one who could really understand me...its just stupid, that the book hit me right at the moment when I was feeling very shitty. And then I could read in this book about Danny and his heroin addiction, it does give you a safe feeling, love etc. And of course did I want to have those feelings too, especially then. How stupid you can be;-))Im lucky to be friends with Robby Kriegers Son Waylon, who gave me Sugermans email addy. And as I wrote Danny, I told him everything, I just had the feeling I could trust him somehow....This is how Danny and me became friends. We strated to write emails, we chatted or I called him at the Doors Office. He listened to me and gave me the feeling of acknowledgement. And he trtied to help me getting off of Heroin. We started to trust each other and somehow did I have the feeling that he did take care of me...when I was around him, I felt safe.

Paris 2001 came and I was invited to the press conference of Ray Manzarek and Danny Sugerman.I never have seen Danny in person before, until one evening before the press conference. We were all sitting in the R Cafe as Danny showed up. I became nervous!!!Later on, as Danny could get away from all the fans, he was standing alone at the bar, I went over to him and said hi.We started talking about LA, our families, also he told me how he got away from heroin.Danny was in the Methadoneprogramme over many years and just told me how good it was to become clean. But I was just since two days clean and was still feeling a little bit bad. But it was my goal to be clean while being in Paris.   After a few minutes, we 'tried' to get away from the cafe to get a cab for Danny, as suddenly again this strange guy showed up and tried to sell his pics to Danny, who already told him NO.He was nerving Danny already the whole evening. I just could jump aside as they both suddenly started to struggle and pushing each other. Some doors fans had to go between them. Then finally we could get away. Being totally shocked from that scene, I was walking at Dannys side....ten minutes later I was watching the cab with Danny on the backseat driving away into the darkness...

As I was coming home from this adventure 'Paris', , being back in the boring Germany, I checked at first all my mails, and yes! Danny did answer me again....In his email he was writing about some very interesting books he was reading at the time,how romantic and philosophical they were. Also did he write, that he was in London though he had to do something for the Doors over there. He asked me to come and keep him company:-))I was very happy about this invitation and said yes, im coming.By telephone he gave me the name of his hotel and his cell phone number.Two days later I was already on the way.....Shit, was I nervous as I walked out of the elevator into the direction of his room, number 812 of the metropolitan Hotel. But Id rather had bite me on my tounge then showing it .But the fear was going away very fast, as soon I was searching with Danny for some drinks in his little refrigerator. Some minutes later we were sitting on his bed talking.

Danny: Where have you been after the press conference, I was looking for you outside." he said. That I was walking around in Paris, looking for some drugs to buy didnt I tell him. Danny: "I still had some of the blue ties and wanted to give these to some fans outside, as they suddenly turned crazy and started pushing me and each other, ripping the ties out of my hands, ey, I was so scared shitless!!!So I locked myself in into the telephone booth". Only by thinking of Danny in this telephone booth, I had to start laughing.

Also did my nickname, KId, come from here...Danny said, Im still looking like a sixteen year old girl...;-)))

Little later, we walked together to the Hard rock Cafe around the corner( Danny even owned a golden card to that restaurante, so we didnt have to wait outside in the line. They knew him already there and I thought that was cool:-))We drank one Budweiser after the other as Danny told me this beer was Jims favourite.But he must have realized, that I wasnt feeling good. ..the monkey was screaming...

"Ive got something for you" he said. "I knew you would be on turkey so I bought this for you at the doc over here in London" It was Methadone. After taking it I was feeling better. Suddenly he started talking about absinth and Rimbaud drinking it to write while having visions.

"I know the pub beside the hotel does have it" he said. I was already looking forward to get stoned together with Sugerman. We planned to go there, but forgot afterwards totally. He paid the dinner and the beer, I was in a good mood, alittle drunken. Danny wasnt really selfish, he even asked me if I would like to buy a HRC Tshirt, he wanted to pay for. But I didnt want, it was already enough that he paid my train ticket, the cab, the methadone, the dinner and beer and now even more??!! I couldnt believe how kind he was!I have to mention how cool it was to be in the HRC together with Danny sugerman!  I must say I didnt love Danny or kind of stuff like this. I saw him more like an older brother taking care of me. And he did!! We went back to the Hotel. I asked if I could do anything to pay all this back. He just answered:"Stay away from Heroin for me, thats all"

Being back at our room we started to write the article , I more then he did, but I was really lucky when he said I could write really good:-)

here is the article...

Back in Time...

This wasnt a fake dream, not this time. Everyone was excited and there was a great communal atmosphere at the Theatre Les Bouffet du nord in Paris on the evening of July 3. The just released Aquarius concerts were overpowering the noise of the crowd all of whom were waiting for celebrating to official begin: 400 lucky fans were given tickets free of charge . Sitting back, being part of somthing special mystic makes me feel in a state of awe.

The audience exploded as soon as Ray Manzarek and the Doors Manager Danny Sugerman came up on stage. When the crowd became quiet, Ray started talking bout Jim Morrison, Dionysus reborn, the obsessed Shaman who leads his audience into another state of conciousness.

Before the press conference started, Sugerman began by reminding what it’s all about.

"We are all Doors fans, let‘s remember Jim‘s Art and his words. Let’s thank Jim who is the reason we are here."

The usual questions bout Jim were asked like how he died.

"He always had to test people, he liked living on the edge. He just did to much of everything. What killed Jim was excess" Ray explained.

Other topics like the new releases of Bright Midnite were discussed. (To order these concerts go to www.thedoors.com)

When questions about next published poetry , like fireheart were raised, Ray denied the possibility saying that it is probably not Jim’s own poetry. Danny asked Patricia Keneally for a handwriting Analysts opinion but Patricia refused.

Although Sugerman announced there will be new videos and DVD’s out soon; his book Wonderland Avenue might come on the big screen if everything works out, so keep your fingers crossed.

Fans questioned bout the Doors Movie by Oliver Stone. "Its just a $50 Million Rock video" Sugerman joked. The actors did a great job and the best scenes were the concerts, for sure. While on the subject of acting, the name Cliff Morrison was brought up. As with Patricia Keneally, Cliff refused to take a DNA Test.

Would there have been a Jim Morrison without the Doors?

Ray was quiet reflective. Danny answered:" Probably he would have been another drunken poet living at Venice Beach." Ray said: " But Im sure he would have gotten his poems published. I think it was the voice of the Indian the occupied Jim at the age of four who whispered all that great poems in his ears and it was the

Indian who said ...go for a walk at Venice Beach, theres a guy waiting for you ...And this guy was me"

A question came bout Jim and drug abuse. "Drop acid maybe, open your own Doors of perception , you have to find the truth within your own mind, but stay away from coc and heroin. I think Jim would say...Dont be stupid! Stay alive!...If I would have known better what was going on with Jim at that time, I would have tried to get him into 12 step rehab program. But in the sixties, you dont say...Hey Man, stop drinking!...But Jim knew it was wrong. He said once he will try to quit, but he was an addict and addicts dont have control over this. He was always testing the boundaries." Ray responded.

When the questions were done, the lights turned off and Ray began to weave his magical style on the piano. The feeling I had was just like being back in time at a Doors concert. One could almost sense the presence of Jim on stage. Emotions ran high as he played on Light my fire and all time was forgotten.

Before the screening of the movies like Feast of friends, HWY, the Ghost Song and Critique, Ray and Danny were available to sign Records and books.

This evening showed again, that the Doors and Jim

Morrison are still alive.

 

 

After writing, he showed me some pictures of Jim Morrison nobody ever  has seen before, he had them in his leptop. That was cool! We talked about a lot of things, for example, he told me he always wanted to be like Jim...how honest he was!!

I thought by time it was getting late and I have to go. He asked:"Where do you sleep tonite?"

I answered:"I dont know, actually I wanted to walk around London."

He said "No way!" and suddenly offered me to stay and to share his big bed. Of course I did! But just as good friends!!Before going to bed, he had a little present for me, the lost interview CD of Morrison, that wasnt out yet.I was really thankfull.He gave me a book to read, he said, he really like this book, so we started reading while laying side by side in the more as big bed. I felt really safe and never that special again in my life!

At around 12 at nite, he became tired and turned off the lights. But before he gave me some jogging pants of his to sleep in, I had only Jeans with me, of course, it wasnt planned to stay and sleep in his room. Half of the coming nite I was sleeping in Dannys arms, just like two spoons. He was really like an older brother to me!

In the morning we stood up around 9.30 and had toast with marmelade together. He had to phone some important poeple, but that was no problem. Later on he joked around he had to pinch me cause I was snorting last nite, I just had to laugh, how embarrasing!!!

I wanted to pay him back all the money he spent for me, but he didnt want it. He just said:"Buy yourself a nice leather diary and a nice pen and write down every day what youve learned."I just couldnt believe this anymore,  so I asked why he is doing all that for me...Je just answered:"You are polite and smart. I like you and want to help you with the smack" He suddenly reached into his pocket and pulled out his wallet. He gave  me a little prayer card together with his adress. He told me that this card means very much to him and it helped him going thur his heroin addiction. I couldnt say any words. I was speechless. Danny didnt care about money, he was so kind and friendly and there for me and talked with me about alot of my problems. And I know this isnt normal!

Then time came to say Goodbye. We ordered a cab and he embraced me, giving me a kiss on my forehead.

I will never ever forget what he did for me!!

You gave me so much what I really do appreciate, thank you very much Danny!!!

R.I.P.

kid....

copyright for this text by KID

 

 

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