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I don't care how well you knew Danny or thought you did.
I'll always wish for the feelings that I felt at his funeral.
Unfortunately I'm not lucky enough to know him as well.
I just wanted to know him.
All the bad shit I heard, didn't phase me.
I swore he'd give me the first tattoo I ever got if I ever got one.
Now you can all go to hell.
I never knew her, but I don't talk shit.
My family's not too fond of either, but we still loved.
I should blame her.... but I don't. I didn't know her.
Pass me the same respect.
Or I'll find you and teach you respect for the dead.
One way or another.
Nobody says these things about the last Armantrout but for my brothers.
And they would back me.
Like you would back your family..
So if I'm not mad, then don't act like you are.
Danny never wanted anything more than ourselves.
Life. Regardless.

Maybe, just maybe.
I wanted to see Danny more than once since I met him while he was still playing with Hot Wheels.
He was my only blood cousin.
All this sensationalism seems to drive me away, but I'll be damned before I'll let you trash him.
Both my brothers remember and respect him.
For those of you without much family, you'd respect we didn't know beyond our grandparents.
What family is left is family.
Everyday I blame myself for not forcing myself upon him to grant myself the pleasure of REAL family.
Finding out why?
Why would he do such a thing do Danny?
But I only hated while he ran.
When I found out what happened.
Who can really judge a man in that situation.
Only God I guess, but I still think she could've done more to prevent all this.
Whatever y'all say though.
It's all just too sad.
I feel I've lost faith.
Everybody in my small family divorced except my brother.
So what y'all say......it's your opinion I'm sure.