Leslie Shrader
He was my bro, my hero. Not related to Malinda at all, but he was my step bro. He threw me off a cliff at Spring Lake, slapped me with a yard stick, taught me Tony Hawk on the original play station. He wore the baseball caps with no strap in the back just perfectly fitted. He taught me how to make a ball cap look old even if it was bran new. He taught what a condum was and what good cologne was. Charlie got belly button tattoos with my mom and evented fake spitting. He taught me the smell of weed. He was my hero, my bro.