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One year ago today, I saw Star Wars episode 3.
Today, I signed the lease for an apartment this summer.
Tonight, the band finished our first song.
And I don't fucking care about any of it right now.
This Sunday, I was supposed to work 10-5 next to Mark Godack and Justin Reis on the grill.
Every Sunday after that, I was supposed to work with them.
Justin won't be there.
I went to the Spa after practice today, which is rare. I never eat there. The second I got there, I was informed that Justin didn't make it to his shift, and didn't call in. No one could get in touch with him.
Justin Reis, my friend, was hit by a train today. Fucking hell I will miss him.
No one deserves to die. Justin was a peaceful guy, who could take a joke and never picked on anyone. Justin didn't deserve to die.
Heroes:
"this is going to sound stupid but my hero is me. before i didnt have one but now that i think of it i could be a hero. why? my whole life i was raised by my 2 uncles(potheads, did crack alot, smoke cigeretts, came home drunk and start fights)and aunt (she did what my uncles did but she was a little bit worse she would go out hookering to get a few bucks and come home beat up)and then my father ( he was the worse of all of them. he was a major alcholic he was really bad he use to work for the town and bring home a big pay. by monday he would be broke,hung over, in jail, or sleeping in the streets. i dont call him my father because of my 20 years of being alive he was in jail for about half of it. so he doesnt deserve my respect to be called my father. right now he stopped drinking hes been sober for 2 years but now its another problem gambeling. right now he works for a cab company makes good money and spends every god dam penny at the doggy's. but everybody knows a father is suppose to spend time with his son and do stuff. my father doesnt hed rather spend money on animals than his own son. so to end my hero shit i consider myself a hero because IVE NEVER DRINKEN IVE NEVER SMOKED and i never swore in front of my family. the way that i grew up not one person would say that he would be a straightedge when he grows up. but my name is JUSTIN REIS"
My god I will miss him.
One Sunday morning, we were listening to the blues like we always do. He asked Mark why the blues are sad. My god I will miss him.
As upset as I am, I feel even worse for those closer to Justin. Everyone at the spa was a mess. This is going to be a hard week.
Everyone already misses him.
This is why the blues are sad.
Today, I signed the lease for an apartment this summer.
Tonight, the band finished our first song.
And I don't fucking care about any of it right now.
This Sunday, I was supposed to work 10-5 next to Mark Godack and Justin Reis on the grill.
Every Sunday after that, I was supposed to work with them.
Justin won't be there.
I went to the Spa after practice today, which is rare. I never eat there. The second I got there, I was informed that Justin didn't make it to his shift, and didn't call in. No one could get in touch with him.
Justin Reis, my friend, was hit by a train today. Fucking hell I will miss him.
No one deserves to die. Justin was a peaceful guy, who could take a joke and never picked on anyone. Justin didn't deserve to die.
Heroes:
"this is going to sound stupid but my hero is me. before i didnt have one but now that i think of it i could be a hero. why? my whole life i was raised by my 2 uncles(potheads, did crack alot, smoke cigeretts, came home drunk and start fights)and aunt (she did what my uncles did but she was a little bit worse she would go out hookering to get a few bucks and come home beat up)and then my father ( he was the worse of all of them. he was a major alcholic he was really bad he use to work for the town and bring home a big pay. by monday he would be broke,hung over, in jail, or sleeping in the streets. i dont call him my father because of my 20 years of being alive he was in jail for about half of it. so he doesnt deserve my respect to be called my father. right now he stopped drinking hes been sober for 2 years but now its another problem gambeling. right now he works for a cab company makes good money and spends every god dam penny at the doggy's. but everybody knows a father is suppose to spend time with his son and do stuff. my father doesnt hed rather spend money on animals than his own son. so to end my hero shit i consider myself a hero because IVE NEVER DRINKEN IVE NEVER SMOKED and i never swore in front of my family. the way that i grew up not one person would say that he would be a straightedge when he grows up. but my name is JUSTIN REIS"
My god I will miss him.
One Sunday morning, we were listening to the blues like we always do. He asked Mark why the blues are sad. My god I will miss him.
As upset as I am, I feel even worse for those closer to Justin. Everyone at the spa was a mess. This is going to be a hard week.
Everyone already misses him.
This is why the blues are sad.