R.I.P. Sean Michael Owens 6/10/90-4/3/10
Last night, my friend was in a fatal car accident. He was with his girlfriend Robyn, and their friend Brett. They were driving and someone blew through a red light, hitting them. Robyn and Brett are fine, but Sean hit his head really hard. He didn't make it through the night. He was only nineteen years old. I can't even go to the funeral because I live in freaking California. I can't even remember the last time I talked to Sean. I wish I'd stayed in touch with him better. Fuck, I wish he wasn't dead. This is just surreal. I can't imagine him not being alive, with his goofy laugh and ridiculous facial hair. I just wish the world would stop for a moment to recognize this terrific loss.
I love you very much, Sean. I will miss you more than I can say. You were such an amazing friend through so much. I will cherish my memories of you for the rest of my life. And I know that if there is a heaven, yours is filled with awesome indie rock, the nicest cameras, and only stick shift cars.
I love you very much, Sean. I will miss you more than I can say. You were such an amazing friend through so much. I will cherish my memories of you for the rest of my life. And I know that if there is a heaven, yours is filled with awesome indie rock, the nicest cameras, and only stick shift cars.