My mother told me two hours ago that my uncle, her younger brother, has died. His brother, my second uncle, found him dead, laying on his bed earlier today. He called his mother, my grandmother, who then called my mother.
My uncle, Janne, changed my views on the world. He was bound to a wheelchair because he suffered from club-feet. He had a bunch of really awesome tattoos. The only ones I remeber are a tiger on one bicep and a white panther on the other. He also was addicted to drugs. What a charmer, eh?
Well, actually, yeah. I remeber this one time when I was about 8 he showed me how he could I was walk up the stair with his hands. While