Dominique Wallace Approved transferred August 11:
Where do we start!? Lol So many memories.I remember when Charlie was living with me, my dad and zachy at my dads place for a while. My dad’s band set up in the basement was usually where I could find him, strumming away. It was always a treat when my dad and him would join together and play a song. I remember when Charlie brown first started playing guitar and to hear him shredding it down in the basement to some 80s rock tune with my pops was a great testament to how much he learned over the years.Anywho, I have told alot of stories over the years about Charlie, some he might not have been to happy about but this one I dont think I’ve ever shared.During the time he stayed with us I was in a mentally and emotionally abusive relationship with my “highschool sweetheart”. It had been going on for about 3 or 3 and a half years at that point, and I was tired, but i didnt let alot of people know because i loved him, and i didnt want people to look at him differently. As most abusive relationships go, I thought it was my fault he treated me this way.I was sitting in the back yard at my pops house, smoking and Charlie walks up. We start smoking a bowl, talking about life and some stuff about my relationship, just word vomited all over Charlie lol and I remember his face
it truly looked like I had just vomited on him with how appalled he looked. I was fearful… what would he think of me? How could I justify my boyfriends actions? Charlie looked at me and said ” Nikki, there is nothing you could have done to deserve this…”. It was the first time I really had a tough convo with someone about it. You see, charlie and I were the youngest out of our group. Younger siblings that liked to crash the parties, in other words bring lots of pots. And we had that type of playful relationship where we were always stuck on giving each other shit. But… during this convo he was gentle… yet firm. Understanding, yet raw. It was the first time someone looked at me and told me I knew I was right. And that my relationship was not right. I’ll never forget that. He helped catapult me into a different direction, not only with my relationship but with my life. No matter how much bigger life gets, how many memories I’ll have to file in the back of my storage bank, I’ll never forget him standing in my back yard, fighting for me, agaisnt myself, when I was too tired. I’ll never forget his huffines after getting him good with a zinger. And if I truly pissed him off, running up to him and wrapping my arms around him for a hug, not letting go until he wasnt mad anymore lol man. You are missed Mr. Brown. Always.Thanks for this Katie baby.