Some things are not fully understandable.
When the good die young we cannot help but wonder what kind of
world it is that we walk in.
Joshua “Chino” Zhou was a good friend of mine since the early high school days.
We made music,
formed a strong friendship,
and more importantly formed a brotherhood.
I always wonder what could drive a man to murder.
Why must the good face gunfire and malice?
I knew Chino as a man free of all ill intention,
without a violent or malicious bone in his body.
Cold blood and heartless trigger fingers robbed my town
of one of it’s most genuinely good people.
Upon learning the news of his murder last night, I froze.
Frozen in disbelief, confusion and anguish.
Social networks saturated with love and remembrance of the man.
For many of us, it still feels surreal.
We awoke to dark clouds and rain.
I have never lost a close friend,
it’s an experience that begs for support and togetherness.
Josh, you were loved and will remain loved.
He was chasing his dreams,
cut down before his visions could come to fruition.
We all have a new perspective on vitality,
life truly is fragile.
We must continue to support each other,
be there for each other
and keep Josh in our hearts and minds.
He will live forever in his music and within us.
Friends and family will continue to dream chase on behalf of the man known by many as Chino.
We love you, fam.
We will celebrate your life.
Fly high. Golden halo.