I had a most uncomfortable phone call this morning. A friend of mine was found dead over Christmas break. Right now we aren't sure what caused the death - it might have been self-inflicted, but there is also an investigation pending on foul play.
That right there, sucked. This is a person who was like a fallen angel. He fell, and fell hard. Got involved with the completely wrong crowd, practically destroyed himself in the process, and was finally getting back on his feet and trying to make something of his life. I saw him not too long ago... and there was a spark in his eyes that I hadn't seen in a long long time.
Now he's gone. Fuck.
This boy had moved away from his home city to be in NYC. He had friends where he was... and one that he was exceptionally close too. I am close to that one as well. I needed to be the one to tell him.
I have never had to make that phone call. I have been the bearer of bad news before, but not quite like this.
I never want to do that again. No one else is allowed to die in my life. Do you understand? No one!!!
No more death. I'm done with it.
I'll miss you b.