Corey Duane Hall,
Today we celebrated the life of one of the most influential people I have ever met. As his sister said, “They boy could sell chewed gum for a million dollars.” He had a way with words like I’ve never seen before. He did not always use his powers for good. In fact, he is the reason I showed up to my senior year finals, drunk off my ass. But there were definitely times he did good. He is not the reason Zane and I are together, but he for sure had his hand in it in the beginning.
Corey was a jerk. There were two over weight girls in the neighborhood, and whenever they were together, he would announce it was Whale Hunting Season. He was shallow, and arrogant. He found the phone number of one of my friends and they had about a week long, quite intimate, phone relationship. It promptly ended when he met her in person and found out she was not a gorgeous model. But even she said getting to know him on the phone, he was an amazing person. He was one of the cockiest people I’ve ever met. He came in second in a state wrestling tournament, and not a single person who knew him, didn’t know about his title.
But that’s not all he was. Corey put up a front. His wrestling coach spoke today and I think he put it pretty well. He said that the teachers at our school thought he was a thug, and wanted nothing to do with him. But the teacher who knew him, didn’t correct them, because they didn’t want to lose him from their classes. He knew Corey wasn’t a thug because, what kind of thug listens to Barry Manilow and sings “Mandy” at the top of their lungs?
Corey had a huge heart. Whether he liked to admit it or not, it was there. I remember getting in one of the biggest fights I ever had with my dad. I ran outside [with no shoes on] and cried. I walked around in the rain and eventually ended up back at my house. I had been locked out, so I was sitting on the sidewalk, still barefoot, still pouring down rain. Corey came running by, on his way to Zane’s house down the road. He stopped dead in his tracks and walked over to talk to me. He hugged me and let me cry on his chest. He even offered to go beat me dad up. If you knew Corey, you knew how typical that was. He sat with me for at least an hour, in the rain. I don’t remember if we talked.I don’t remember anything about it other that he was there when no one else was. He had to leave for something after a while, but by that time, Zane was home, and he was hanging out with us too. That day actually turned out to be Zane and my first kiss. Later that night Corey came back with my favorite candy, Hot Tamales. He would always have the huge bags of them and wouldn’t share, until that day.
Corey was a punk, but he was our punk. He was amazing in his own way, and he will be missed so much.
We love you “Mister E” you cocky son of a bitch. Thanks for the memories. And thanks for being Zane’s best friend. He misses you. He cried today, and you know how he is about emotions.