agentofoblivion

Friday night one of my childhood friends died. I was informed within a couple of hours, but I did not know what to say and I sort of set it aside in my head. I was reminded about it today, and its weird because he is one of those people who I continually ran into, always caught up with and made plans with, but never followed through on for a multitude of reasons. I talked to him a week before he died, and he was stoned out of his mind. That his death was drug related just makes going to the funeral tomorrow that much less appealing, but his mother asked me to be there so now I feel that I must.

Its shaping up to be a long week.

Agent