Taken from my myspace 2-12

[mojofilter]

I found out tonight that a friend of mine died last week. He and I weren't very close. We hadn't talked in years, but it hit me particularly hard because I've never had a friend die before. His name was Vincent Walker. We became friends in middle school, through high school. We used to hang out at school, talk on the phone, and chat online. I hate that he is gone because he was just a really sweet guy. People say this a lot, but the world will be worse without him in it. There are too few truly kind and gentle people in this world and now there is one less. I have silly memories of him, like playing with his afro in Ms. Lizabeth's 6th grade English class (the first time of many) and jokingly exclaiming that he could hide a weapon in it. I also remember things about how nice he was. I missed the bus one day and he sat with me outside the school and waited until my mom got there, which was about 30-45 minutes later as I went to a magnet school far from my house. He didn't want me to have to be alone. I may never have spoken to him again anyway, but I hate that I will never be able to. I don't even know how he died. I hate that no one else will ever meet him because even if he wasn't making my life happier I know he was doing it for someone else and would have continued to do so if given the chance. He was a much better person than most people I have ever met. He deserved more than 23 years, even if we didn't deserve him. I can only hope that I'm a little bit better for knowing him.

I know this has been stupid and sappy, but I don't care because it's all true.