Patrick Swayze was a good man. Some of you might know him as Dalton, a no-bullshit, tough son of a bitch bouncer from the good old south. I knew him as a friend, and fellow badass. We would often stay up late together watching re-runs of I Love Lucy and MASH while eating un-popped popcorn and drinking whiskey like no tomorrow. But sadly, those times are over. After I found out about his untimely death I decided to pop in Road House for old times sake. What a fucking great movie that is. Mr. Swayze had a good run. He will be missed.
Miss you buddy,
"Pain don't hurt."
-P.S.
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