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<!--%%text_11%%It's been a year now since I lost my best \nfriend. It was (and still is) hard for me.\nWe had our ups and downs together. We fought \nlike brothers usually do. We grew up together.\nOur moms were best friends so, we were always \naround each other when we were kids. He moved\naway for a few years and came back. We went to \nhigh school together and bonded more.\nWe drank, got high, raised alota hell. In \nhighschool we had gangs starting shit with \npeople, so we decided to start our own to\nwatch each others backs. It was called;\n"The Lost Boys". We had about 4 or 5 members,\nuntil shit started gettin outta hand, we grew.\nWe became the SouthSide Crew. To tell the \ntruth, I don't remember the number of peeps \nwe grew to. \nAfter highschool, I moved to Tennessee and \nafter a miserable 6 months, I moved back\nto Florida to live with Geoff. While I was \ngone, he became closer with one of our homies\nfrom S.S.C, John. I was a bit jealous, but\nstill had alota love. Geoff and I bonded more\nwhile we lived together. \nThat lasted for about a year or so (we helped \ncreate a huge local underground punk/ska band\ncalled The Worms). I moved back up to \nTennessee to get my head straight\nand shake a small drug problem I aquired a few \nmonths before. I was gone for 4 years. We \ntalked some during that time, but not much.\nI took a vacation to Florida for New Years\nand went right to Geoff's house to see him.\nI was afraid to see him because people told me \nhe looked bad after having over-dosed a few \nmonths before my visit. I saw him and he \nlooked good (for someone who had died, and \nbeen brought back to life). \nThe thing I remember about seeing him for\nthe last time, was that he gave me a hug and \ntold me to have a safe trip home and he'd \nsee me again. After I came back to TN, we \nkept in contact through email and he was \nplanning on moving to TN after he was released \nfrom his probation.\nIt was the most excited I've heard him talk \nsince we were kids. He found God and wanted \nto start a new life here. I told him that he\nhad a spot in the Bad Seedz when he got here.\nWell, he never made it. He died last year at\nthe age of 23 from an "accidental overdose."\nI carry his Chicago Bulls/Dennis Rodman \nbasketball jersey in my gig bag. Wherever I \ntake my bag, it goes with me. I like to \nbelieve that he's always on stage and at \npractices/recordings with me. He's a missing\nmember of Bad Seedz. He didn't make it up here\nto Tennessee to join me on stage, but he's \nwith me, rockin' kids in the crowd. Maybe if you \nlook close enough, he's behind me wit a blunt\nin one hand, bouncin' wit tha Bad Seedz \ngroove. Today I'm reflecting on more than just\na homie, but my brother. Those of you that \nwere lucky enough to know him, can reflect \nwith me and smile, those who didn't know him,\nnow you know my side of the story. One Love, \nto my brother, always.\n-Mike B. 8/3/2001\n\n\n\n\n\n\n%%-->
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<DIV ALIGN=Center><FONT COLOR="White" FACE="Arial" SIZE="+3" >Geoffrey Charles Ready


<BR><DIV ALIGN=Center><FONT COLOR="White" FACE="Arial" SIZE="+1" >May 2,1977 - August 2,2000


</DIV></FONT><BR><DIV ALIGN=CENTER><IMG SRC="http://badseedz.topcities.com/Geoff.jpg" BORDER="0" WIDTH=" 350" HEIGHT="350" ALIGN="Center" ></DIV></DIV></FONT><BR>It's been a year now since I lost my best 
friend. It was (and still is) hard for me.
We had our ups and downs together. We fought 
like brothers usually do. We grew up together.
Our moms were best friends so, we were always 
around each other when we were kids. He moved
away for a few years and came back. We went to 
high school together and bonded more.
We drank, got high, raised alota hell. In 
highschool we had gangs starting shit with 
people, so we decided to start our own to
watch each others backs. It was called;
"The Lost Boys". We had about 4 or 5 members,
until shit started gettin outta hand, we grew.
We became the SouthSide Crew. To tell the 
truth, I don't remember the number of peeps 
we grew to. 
After highschool, I moved to Tennessee and 
after a miserable 6 months, I moved back
to Florida to live with Geoff. While I was 
gone, he became closer with one of our homies
from S.S.C, John. I was a bit jealous, but
still had alota love. Geoff and I bonded more
while we lived together. 
That lasted for about a year or so (we helped 
create a huge local underground punk/ska band
called The Worms). I moved back up to 
Tennessee to get my head straight
and shake a small drug problem I aquired a few 
months before. I was gone for 4 years. We 
talked some during that time, but not much.
I took a vacation to Florida for New Years
and went right to Geoff's house to see him.
I was afraid to see him because people told me 
he looked bad after having over-dosed a few 
months before my visit. I saw him and he 
looked good (for someone who had died, and 
been brought back to life). 
The thing I remember about seeing him for
the last time, was that he gave me a hug and 
told me to have a safe trip home and he'd 
see me again. After I came back to TN, we 
kept in contact through email and he was 
planning on moving to TN after he was released 
from his probation.
It was the most excited I've heard him talk 
since we were kids. He found God and wanted 
to start a new life here. I told him that he
had a spot in the Bad Seedz when he got here.
Well, he never made it. He died last year at
the age of 23 from an "accidental overdose."
I carry his Chicago Bulls/Dennis Rodman 
basketball jersey in my gig bag. Wherever I 
take my bag, it goes with me. I like to 
believe that he's always on stage and at 
practices/recordings with me. He's a missing
member of Bad Seedz. He didn't make it up here
to Tennessee to join me on stage, but he's 
with me, rockin' kids in the crowd. Maybe if you 
look close enough, he's behind me wit a blunt
in one hand, bouncin' wit tha Bad Seedz 
groove. Today I'm reflecting on more than just
a homie, but my brother. Those of you that 
were lucky enough to know him, can reflect 
with me and smile, those who didn't know him,
now you know my side of the story. One Love, 
to my brother, always.
-Mike B. 8/3/2001


<BR><B><DIV ALIGN=Center><FONT COLOR="Blue" FACE="Times" SIZE="+2" >Footprints


</B></DIV></FONT><B><DIV ALIGN=None><FONT COLOR="Blue" FACE="Arial" SIZE="3" > One night I had a dream. I was walking along
the beach with the Lord, and across the skies 
flashed scenes from my life. In each scene I 
noticed two sets of footprints in the sand.
One was mine, and one was the Lords.


<BR><BR> When the last scene of my life appeared
before me, I looked back at the footprints 
in the sand, and to my surprise I noticed
that many times along the path of my life
there was only one set of footprints. And I 
noticed that it was at the lowest and saddest
times in my life.


<BR> I asked the Lord about it. "Lord, you said 
that once I decided to follow you, you would
walk with me all the way. But I notice that 
during the most troublesome times in my life
there is only one set of footprints. I don't
understand why you left my side when I needed
you most."


<BR><BR> The Lord replied, "My precious child, I love
you and would never leave you. During your
times of trial and suffering, where you see
only one set of footprints, I was carrying you." 


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