I think it most pertinent to start with 24 years ago. When my best friend died at 15 years old. It was sudden. It was bad. I was very angry at the person who hit him. I was angry he was gone. I was angry life seemed to be such a mess after that.
All of us. Our whole group changed. We were no longer invincible. Someone very important to the group was missing. We all delved a little further into the partying. A little further into our "don't give a f*ck" ways. Skipped a little bit of school. Got in trouble with the parents. Had nights where I really wished I wouldn't rise to see the next day. It was a pretty low time.
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