I should have posted about this earlier, but I was too choked up. Why must the good ones die so young? Your honest, hardcore, take-no-prisoners brand of numbah-krunchin' will be missed, H-Dogg. Here's one of his earliest articles, a wild cry against the powers-that-be entitled "Keep Your Fucking Shit Off My Desk."
Carry on my wayward son/
There'll be peace when you are done/
Lay your weary head to rest/
Don't you cry no more.
See you on the other side, homeboy.
Carry on my wayward son/
There'll be peace when you are done/
Lay your weary head to rest/
Don't you cry no more.
See you on the other side, homeboy.
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