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so im in KC right now and its not the usual fun like it always is. my best friend ian died friday of testicular cancer at the age of 20. how it happened and how it happened so quick, i dont know. KC will never be the same without him. life wont be the same without him. reading the obituaries this morning made me ball because it says "he invisioned himself further down the road of life playing music". he and i had made plans from day one that we're going to move to california after college and change music as we know it. i hate this misery im ingulfed in and it seems to be never ending. it seems as if my friends are dying left and right. but what i want to know is why the ones that are the most undeserving die. why cant the peices of shit like the kid who flipped his car 9 times in riverglen after racing around a turn die instead of the ones with nothing but good intentions. im not implicating death upon anybody but i hope my derivatives are understandable.
while he was in the hospital, under heavy sedation, the most reaction anyone could get out of him was maybe an opening of the eyes. when my dad arrived, he had spoken a few words into his ear and immediatly recieved cognition from ian. he told ian about the times we had went kayaking down the river a couple of years ago, drinking beer. ian immedialty opened his eyes and turned his head towards my dad with his piercing blue eyes. my dad said that was the last anyone had heard from ian. he passed on later on that day.
im not looking for sympathy but i thought i had to let it out somewhere. i hope none of you guys take your friendships for granted because all it takes is one moment and you never see them again
while he was in the hospital, under heavy sedation, the most reaction anyone could get out of him was maybe an opening of the eyes. when my dad arrived, he had spoken a few words into his ear and immediatly recieved cognition from ian. he told ian about the times we had went kayaking down the river a couple of years ago, drinking beer. ian immedialty opened his eyes and turned his head towards my dad with his piercing blue eyes. my dad said that was the last anyone had heard from ian. he passed on later on that day.
im not looking for sympathy but i thought i had to let it out somewhere. i hope none of you guys take your friendships for granted because all it takes is one moment and you never see them again