On Death and Dying
I realize I just posted about an hour ago. But I don't care. I just recieved a phone call from someone in Indianapolis telling me that a friend of mine had killed this morning. He wrecked his truck, and got out to see how badly it was damaged and was smashed by another vehicle. Now, they know who did it, and they are not going to press charges against them. I'm not sure, but even if he had been in the wrong, the person who hit him must have been exceeding the speed limit and probably violating other traffic laws considering, from my other friends account, his arms had been completely ripped off and the rest of his body smashed up. In the past I've dealt with death rather well. Something like this just irritates me. He was a good guy, perhaps a bit of a drug addict, but a good guy none the less. He had a little girl, and a fiance. He died on Valentines day. Yet one more reason to absolutely HATE this day. Sorry for that if your actually reading this, I just need to put it down somewhere before I hit something. Perhaps in a day or so I will post a retrospect on my feelings but right now I do not want to explain them, because it would be extremely hard to do it in a light that wouldn't make me appear to be the psychotic that I am.