R.I.P
My brother's best friend from school died last night. Car accident. He was only 32. My brother and his wife and kids are coming up on Friday for the funeral, so I said I'd put them up. Sam's really cut up about it, I was talking to Michelle on the phone and she said he's just been staring at the walls since he heard.
I just can't believe that he's dead. He used to practically live at our house and I'd wrestle him for who got to decide the next record and he'd let me win. And now he's gone. I feel awful. He was living in London for so long and I never visited him once. I always meant to when I thought of it, I always thought that there was all the time in the world to get around it.
I just can't believe that he's dead. He used to practically live at our house and I'd wrestle him for who got to decide the next record and he'd let me win. And now he's gone. I feel awful. He was living in London for so long and I never visited him once. I always meant to when I thought of it, I always thought that there was all the time in the world to get around it.