A tribute to our frienship

Do you remember the day, at the Turfiste in Brussels, the bar where we used to make joy, fun, and parties with good music and good drinks, the bar I was then tending and managing...?
Do you remember that day when some guy was threatening the barmaid, and I, with one or more drinks in my blood, stood at the entrance of the counter, telling him: "You'll have to go through my body first..."
Do you remember how you stood, a meter or less behind him, observing, ready, in case he pulled out a knife or something else...?

(Steve, my friend...)

Not sure I ever told you anything close to this, but I saw, and I remember. That day, I saw the true friend you are. The friend always ready and unafraid to fight for you, to fight with you against anything, if it had to come to that...

The friend who tells you racist jokes in your face to annoy you as much as he can, but the day you invite him to the hospital to be part of those who greet your newborn, suddenly transforms into the perfect gentleman for a conversation with the mother...

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This is my tribute to you, my friend and brother. For all the great moments we have lived, and all the greater familial moments we could have lived if I had been ready to hold my own...