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It's that time of year when I always miss Frank. It's been nearly four years now and I still don't feel like I've really moved on. I'm back in school, I'm working toward something but, I'm cold, guarded and lonely. He was as good as it gets. I wish I had known what I had.
He's buried next to a baseball field in the cemetery of some huge fuck all Christian church. It seems so inappropriate. At least it provides some sort of comic relief every time I go to throw rocks at his gravestone.
I was an idiot and he was an asshole.
He's buried next to a baseball field in the cemetery of some huge fuck all Christian church. It seems so inappropriate. At least it provides some sort of comic relief every time I go to throw rocks at his gravestone.
I was an idiot and he was an asshole.