Better known in my journal as 'J-The Newfie' died.
At 4.30 he hit a curb, flew off his bike and died on impact with a tree.
That is why he didn't answer my calls or text messages, and why he hasn't moved in with me.
Instead his family took him home and his funeral is tomorrow in Newfoundland.
We hung out on Thursday. He was sposed to move in on Mon/Tues. No one knew how to get ahold of all his friends so it wasn't until today when I received the Face Book invite to 'Celebrate Joe Coady's Life, not mourn his death' that I knew he wasn't just in the woods with works.
I don't know how I feel. I don't believe it yet. Went to his house right away after getting the email and his roomate told me what happened. It's just not real. He's my wingman. My brother. To not find out for 6 days!
This has to be the worst joke ever