life is fleeting
It has been an interesting few days to say the least. First off, i'm a chasing amy type situation which is quite unusual and probably a horrible idea on all fronts. However, there are things of greater importance at hand. Death is running rampant. Last night was shitty. Crazy sam gets in an argument with brendan and goes for the razor blades again. This cut was particular gruesome, enough to get her roomates to alert the authorties which could do nothing nething anyways. Then my pal polite joe has a heart attack and dies. I spend the rest of the night consoling those closest to him, and doing my best to cope. This adds to the death toll thats been happening recently: Brandons uncle, his cat, richard's friend, arthur miller, hunter s. thompson, and now polite joe. Joe had to be the nicest guy i've ever met; i can't imagine anyone disliking the guy. Death and attempted death. Its becoming increasingly hard to enjoy myself when everyone around me is keeling over, or slicing their wrists open. The scary thing is this sort of shit is becoming rountine....so who's next?