I feel like I'm gonna puke.
Golbert Alfred Faucheux III. 24 years old. What a name. That boy is about as creole as you can get. Walking home from his brother's house and hit by a random car that just kept driving.
The kid had a gift for talking trash. I remember I was hammered one night, and he got some dude, an operative I think, all riled up. He was talking so much crap about a duel. Somehow I convinced myself that it was a good idea to bet 10 mil that Beezy would win.
He didn't. Thanks Beezy.
His only internet connection was his cellphone. That kid healed nightmare dread palace pre-nerf on a toshiba laptop with a 250 ms ping. He never got ate by those stupid lightning tentacles, either. I can't imagine what his data overage charges were like.
When you are a healer in a raid team, you have to develop a pretty solid working relationship with your co-healer. You end up really getting to know how the other plays, even how they think. Beezy was a hell of a heal partner and a very good friend.
Dude never shut up about how he was a sociology major. I can't decide if he wanted to understand people better because he really cared about everyone and wanted to help the world be a better place, or if he just wanted to know how people worked so he would be even better at getting under people's skin
I never thought I would shed a tear for some dbag kid from louisiana that I've never met in real life. But I did today. RIP brother.