I walked right up to the last place I saw him: an alley beside his favorite brewery, HeyDay. Walking down this foreboding alley I stopped a the sight of one of his favorite sneakers the Jordan Cement 4s. Just one shoe, the other missing. The shoe was mangled beyond recognition. I picked it up and continued investigating. My brother and I have not been close for a long time. The last time we spoke left the impression that we would never speak again; and we were both okay with that. Now that he’s gone, I must find him to atone for what was said. I must find redemption