Daniel Noah Class

Daniel 'Noah' Class was a legend in the making. He had his street life known as 'Trip', being known in Northside Dayton for his anger towards disrespect. He was the last of the SYC 3x soldiers in Dayton, Ohio. After everything that happened, he stayed low. He never talked about anything that happened or anything he was a part of because he knew the risks. He was always the quiet one. When he wasn't sober, he loved to talk. He talked too much, and it was hilarious. He was the youngest of us, but by far, the best of us, and the next of us. The gang got wiped, and we were what's left. It made Trip coldhearted and more irritable. He learned to control his emotions after I told him to go on his own. He contacted me rarely, but when he did, it was nice knowing he was staying 10 toes everywhere he went. He got out of a lot of programs and facilities, but the one he told me made him stronger than ever was "Bucceye Ranch." it was a locced down residential facility in Grove City, Ohio. After that, he contacted me to do him a favor, we got it done, we meant up again afterward, and I saw how the change in him, he wasn't coldhearted, he just kept the peace. I've seen Trip blaccout at his worst before, but his middle stage blaccout now is not the worst, his blaccout now only I've seen, he never talked about me because I told him to, but he told me when he wanted in, he wanted me to be the one to make his obituary page, so I said I'd do it. Noah at his highest and best, was the chillest in the room, he kept the conversation going and kept the room filled with positive energy, if someone got in the way, they'd be dealt with accordingly, he was the heart of the 6 of us, he loved his family, talked about them all the time. Tabatha his Mom, Chad his Dad, Thane his older brother, and Allison his older sister. He said they were the best kinda family to adopt him. He always talked about his birth family as well, He loves his family, his gang, his squad, and his people. We all should be honored to have met this youngster, to have been near his wonderful presence. He always quoted a lyric from the song "Legends" by Juice Wrld, "All legends fall in the making, Sorry truth, dying young, demon youth." That was what he believed in, so I believed it this time because he was a legend. He deserves two C's laid across his chest, his soul in gangster city, and he made all of us proud.