I'm going to miss you, Fast. I loved to stop and talk to you at the store and at LBI. You always had a funny story for me, you taught me a thing or two about the Astros, and you were a rockin' dancer. The 'hood is less interesting without you here stirring up trouble, playing your scratch off games in front of the RS, and hanging out at your second home the longbranch.
I don't know what kind of monster would roll Fast like that. I hope it is a good trade -- the few bucks Fast had on him in exchange for a life in prison. Because that's where you are going. You killed someone that had a lot of friends that want to see you go to jail. He may have been a way for you to get a few crack rocks, but he was family to us.