It's not like I'd call him at home or anything like that, but I saw him different places around the country and he was always the same old Puck to me. He was always smiling, and he'd make you smile.
It's not like I'd call him at home or anything like that, but I saw him different places around the country and he was always the same old Puck to me. He was always smiling, and he'd make you smile.
It might have been a little different if he'd gone out on his own terms. I know something changed in him. He kept the smile on . . . probably somewhere deep in his heart he was hurting.
His smile was just infectious, and that's how he played, too. He was one of those guys that it was always good to see him.
I can't help think about the guy's smile. He had an infectious personality. That's what I'll remember.
It's just a weird, sad feeling. Every time I saw him, he was the same guy. He made me smile. He made me laugh. He made me feel good. I was always glad to see him.
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