Thursday, September 6, 2018
Spike was a crotchety old bastard that you just had to love. When I needed him he was always there. A 40oz of Miller High Life in one hand and a cigarette in the other. After I sold Town Hill, everytime I came back to town I would make sure to stop by either the bar or his trailer to see how he was doing. Prior to meeting Spike he was in the Navy and worked at the glass plant in town. Spike was driving cab when I meet him. A job he took pride in though I got to hear him bitch and moan about everyday as I served him beer. My old buddy, my pal, my amigo. Rest in peace.
