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I get home, Cav is looking at his facebook. Asks if I knew a certain dude who grew up on the mountain. Yeah, I knew him. Ex-boyfriends best friend, jerk, fuckin' hated him. Cav looks at me surprised, wants me to go on, so I explain how he molested a friend of mine when she was sleeping at a party, Cav looks away and angry.
The night continues as normal, generally. I make a joke at some point, he doesn't answer he just looks hurt, looking at facebook. So, I look over his shoulder, talks of drink driving, lives lost too soon. I'm like what? What is happening? Cav says "not everybody thinks nothing of value was lost."
"What, what?"
He says the guys name and I'm like. O.O Oooooh. Cav thought I knew, since a bunch of mutual friends had been talking about it on facebook, but it hadn't reached my wall yet. N'then, feeling these feelings. Like, what right do I have to be sad? I was not close to him, I have not seen him in six years, and I do not like him. A tribute group for him was made and I actually found myself sneering at this picture of him they use, taken from highschool, _exactly_ how I remember him, because maaaaaan, that dude was a bad person.
But of course he wasn't a bad person to everyone. N'I'm sad, but, its a very dull sadness.
I wish everybody would stop talking about it on facebook.