The city where I lived is small. So small its hard not to see most of the people on a regular basis. Everyday sometimes, whether its family or the dude you see at the corner store. I lived on one of the longest blocks in the city, which is not saying much it's probably only 3. Well, on my block there were alot of Asian immigrants. So you can say another dark face on the block would be noticed. I s...tarted a new job, it had me waking up in the mornings now. So my sleeping schedule and everything got rearranged because I was working nights. But since I had to wake up early in the morning now to catch the bus I was seeing a whole new group of going to workers. You know still a small city so it was ppl I saw before but now going to work instead if coming home or at the store. There was this one brother though. He looked older than me by about 20 years. I had never seen him before but there was something familiar about him, I couldn't put my finger on it. I said another black face in a mostly Asian neighborhood will get noticed so I shook it off as that. I saw him at the store or something. A month goes by we just see each other and nod until one day on the bus he cracks a joke with the driver. I remark and strike up a ball breaking session aimed at the busdriver. The older dude exits the bus and says as usual " See you later young blood." I say as usual " Aight UNC." So this goes on for about 6 months. I started telling him about my girl and kids and what we got plans on doing. One morning UNC wasn't on the bus. I didn't see UNC for about a couple weeks. One day about a month later my aunt called me crying. She told me she found out Luis had died and why didn't I tell her. I didn't know what to say. Who is Luis? She said her brother my uncle who lived down the block from me. My uncle down the block from me...???