Jun 09, 2005 17:23
I saw Chris Price in Ocean City last night, and I decided that I do not want to be around him at all. At first I thought he was drunk, but he quickly corrected me and let me know that he was also very banged up (those of you who know what I'm talking about know what I'm talking about) and planned on doing more shortly. I hate the fact that I'm not expecting my best friend to die. But there really is nothing I can do. Hopefully Cheyne will be my date to his funeral. I despise drug addiction, because it's a self fixable thing. A fucking choice. And yeah, people make mistakes...but this is a big one. I don't know...I just feel like I was kickedin the face. Chris Dimmige is going to pick me up soon...hopefully that will get my mind off of things.