Growing up in the barrio back then was tough and scary at times, but man- I don’t know how you managed to keep us just laughing and always kept everyone around you in good spirits. You made life in the hood fun! Every day we all looked forward to hanging out with you. Not one bad memory of you homie. Sometimes I may cry alone, but mostly I’ll be smiling and laughing at your shanagans! This world now seems more empty- more cold, but knowing now that you’re there waiting to receive all of your family and friends, I’m not afraid of passing, knowing I have a true friend there. Till we meet up again, my friend. We all love you Mark. Rest easy carnal.
-Flaco Jim Gonzalez