I’m back to that point in my life where I am so lonely that my imagination makes up friends and s/o’s for me,so I won’t feel as lonely.
UBNVIKAJNEJKVNRJKBE. I DON’T KNOW WHAT TO DO WITH MY LIFE ANYMOREEEE.
ALL MY SOBS.
Get the word out! Let’s help this guy recover his items from this asshole.
Ways you can help:
1) If you have some extra action figures, or want to buy one or two, you can donate them.
2) If you are one of our many talented artists, you can sketch something Super and personalize it to Mike.
3) If you can’t send any items, and are a horrible artist like I am, you can send a nice note or card to Mike.
All items can be mailed to Keith Howard, 920 Express Dr, Belleville, IL 62223. Keith is working on contacting Mike, and will deliver the Super Care Package in person, dressed as Superman :) If you can’t help simply reblog this to get the word out.
“Kev was like my brother – we would have done anything for each other.
We said that whoever died first, the other one had to wear a pink dress with green spots to the funeral – and we shook on it. It was mainly his idea and the more I think about it, I’m sure Kevin knew something was going to happen.
I looked for the exact dress but couldn’t find one anywhere.
I eventually picked up the green one in Primark and bought the pink pop socks to make it look even sillier. It’s what Kev would have wanted.
Kev told his whole family about the pact, so I couldn’t back out. I had a word with him at the graveside and asked if he liked the color – I’m sure I could hear laughter coming out of the ground.
Kev was a true hero and someone I’m proud to call my best mate.”