"I'm tired, boss. Tired of being on the road, lonely as a sparrow in the rain. I'm tired of never having me a buddy to be with to tell me where we's going to, coming from, or why. Mostly, I'm tired of people being ugly to each other. I'm tired of all the pain I feel and hear in the world...every day. There's too much of it. It's like pieces of glass in my head...all the time. Can you understand?"
Beau battled, every day, but ultimately lost the war with his mental health.
We will miss you so much sweetheart.
You will always live in our hearts.
We know youre up there tearing up the streets of Heaven. Whenever we see black clouds in the sky, we'll imagine it's diesel smoke.
Safe journey.
