Earl was a big brother to me. He was and always will be my family. My home was always his home. Before he was an actor, he was just Earl. The guy I punched during a Savannah River Raft Race when I was barely a teenager. He got stiches, but he forgave me. I have many fond memories of Earl, my brother, and all of their friends. I miss Earl. He never forgot his friends, not even in the end. The last time I spoke to Earl was when he was getting treatment in NOLA. He returned to Augusta, but I never contacted him. I respected his privacy in a difficult time. Besides, I know how Earl felt about me, and I for him. That's family. I won't have memories of the ravages of disease, rather I will always see the Earl I grew up with, the big brother full of energy and excitement.
Creative Loafing Atlanta
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