Blog of Josh Hall

I’m a mile away from your bedroom door I wanted to get close, but I can’t go anymore There’s caution tape around the 1 mile radius of the crash site that claimed the life of one of us How vividly I can remember the events of that day And I thought that we both escaped […]

I don’t want it to be sad.  I’d hope that friends and family that know me well would throw up gang signs in jest at my funeral.  Maybe even going as far as pouring out some champagne on the floor.  If I died in an accident, I’d hope that someone would do an impression of me […]