Pretty in a casket.

They say you'll never forget what your bestfriend looks like in a coffin.

It was the summer of 82', punk rock was still alive more than ever in our minds.
Just a bunch of degenerate kids, looking for a good time. I don't know when it
started, the drugs that is. God knows when it would end.

"HEY KIM! GET IN HERE! MIKE JUST PUNCHED RONNY IN THE FACE AND HE'S
GUSHIN' MAN!! CHECK IT OUT!!" Just a bunch of drunk highschool kids, yeah
that's where it started. "Come on Ronny, we're leavin'." I yell to him from across
the room. "Too many f**kin' scumbags around here!" I should've known Ronny
was too drunk to walk, I should've known I'd have to carry him all the way to
the venue, but I didn't. "Kim, I 'ove you man, like your like the coolest f**kin'
chick man like ...shit!" At this point, I'm ignoring everything that he's saying to me.
I just want to get to the venue and crack open that fourty that's waitin' for me.

11:52, we finally get there. Who could've seen anything coming that night ?
Everything was perfect, it was just the right temperature, I was just the
right drunk, and then we got upstairs. At first everything's cool, good music
one of the bands came up with us. "Kimmmmy! come here man! I pissed in
Dave's sock drawer man!!" Oh Ronny, what a crazy drunk. His blue hair
in front of his eyes and those innocent eyes, this kid could get away with
murder, I sware. He was one of us, we were a family, probably the only
family most of us even had. The night was young and we had the rest of
our lives to live.

Around 3 am, someone knocked on the door. We figured it was just someone
coming back from a beer run. I was in the bathroom when they came. Ronny
was passed out on the living room floor. When I came out of the bathroom he
was gone. "Hey D! Where the f**k'd Ron go,dude?" "HUH? I'ont f**kin' know
he went with them guys." "Who?" "You know, uhhhhhh...Frankie! Yeahhh!
Frankie!!" I ran out the door before I even realized what he said, but there was
nothing I could do. Frankie already had him in the car. "Yo, mad! I'll give you 3
bucks if ya drive me to find Ronny." "No problem man, but I'm warnin ya,I'm
F**KED UP!! HAHAHA!"

7:36 A.M. here I am. I'm cold,hungry,I need a cigarette. They took him away,
away from us, away from his family. Officer Burke light's his cigar "Well,
I don't think you'll be a suspect Ms.Gibler. From what we know, Ronny's
body was found in Central Park this morning. His head was severed with
what we believe to be a wooden baseball bat. His throat was slit. He was
striped naked and he was stabbed several times, ma'am." No emotions. I
can't feel anything. I want to cry, but I want to scream. "Frankie Jophile,
he did it. Ronny owed him something. Something it would be impossible to
get back." "And what'd that be,ma'am?" "His brother's life to a bag of dope."

It's funny. Sometime's people look so beautiful in a casket.
So beautiful you want to throw up and punch them in the face at the very same time.
When I seen Ronny that day, it wasn't him.
He would've smiled. Got up, did a line of coke and said
"Long night guys, eh?"

What they said about bestfriends and coffins, yeah, that's a lie.