Last Wednesday, my friend
Erik's mom called me. To let me know he had killed himself. I didn't know what to think at the time. I didn't want to believe it. But there it was, it had happened.
Today I went to see him. They had the open casket visitation thing at the funeral home. It was weird seeing him. It didn't quite look like him from all the makeup, but I could tell it was him. It looked like his eyes were glued shut. Probably a good idea. Wouldn't want his eyes to just pop open as we're staring at his dead body.
He was in my first class at UTI. I remember when he and this other kid... Aaron I think... almost got into a fight. Don't remember why right now, I'll probably remember at some point in the future. We all laughed about it the next day. Erik was a good sport.
In other news, another, living friend of mine brought is 240sx over to my house last weekend. We pulled his engine out and put his head on my old block that we put back together. Stuck it back in this weekend and broke it in Saturday night. No leaks, no smoke. I want to do a compression test to see what we get. The 2nd compression rings were a bit over the limit.
I think I've figured out what is wrong with my car. Later this week when I put new injector connectors on my car I'll let you know.