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Just as I thought my life was headed in an EXTREMELY positive direction and that very soon I could breath again, I wake up to disturbing phone call at like 9 on Saturday morning. I scold my friend Jeff for the early call and he tells me he doesn't care because his best friend and my friend was killed in a care accident late Friday night. That same day my new cousin Manny was born around 1:45 am, 24 hour later, Frankie Damian Sanabria would take his last drive near his best friend's house. You can only imagine how much this sucks. He coined the terms "Spirish" and "CrackerRican" to describe both his heritages. I was going to see him in a couple weeks, now his son will grow up without the only man he has ever known as his father. I am preparing for my move back to my parents so I can save money, get rid of some bills and buy a house of my own. With no roomates. This all seems so bittersweet.
People talk to me about their lives and it seems so irrelevant now. I want to choke some people, severly. I feel so much for my friend Jeff, he has lost the person he would take a bullet for. We lost one of the most fun people. I just can't imagine not seeing him, again. I know his memorial service will be a reunion of so many of "my people". I am not very trusting, I can't stand 70% of the population, I have had the same friends since I was in my early teens. Another one of us is gone. The hardest person to tell was my ex, the Libra, I just remember him asking me to repeat myself and me on the other end screaming, "He's dead Michael, he's dead!" Just to think that I remember Damian connecting Michael and I, thinking we were such a funny couple and teasing me that I dated a former "rat boy". Never thought I would have to tell Michael that Damian was no longer living.
Why am I so angry???
Just as I thought my life was headed in an EXTREMELY positive direction and that very soon I could breath again, I wake up to disturbing phone call at like 9 on Saturday morning. I scold my friend Jeff for the early call and he tells me he doesn't care because his best friend and my friend was killed in a care accident late Friday night. That same day my new cousin Manny was born around 1:45 am, 24 hour later, Frankie Damian Sanabria would take his last drive near his best friend's house. You can only imagine how much this sucks. He coined the terms "Spirish" and "CrackerRican" to describe both his heritages. I was going to see him in a couple weeks, now his son will grow up without the only man he has ever known as his father. I am preparing for my move back to my parents so I can save money, get rid of some bills and buy a house of my own. With no roomates. This all seems so bittersweet.
People talk to me about their lives and it seems so irrelevant now. I want to choke some people, severly. I feel so much for my friend Jeff, he has lost the person he would take a bullet for. We lost one of the most fun people. I just can't imagine not seeing him, again. I know his memorial service will be a reunion of so many of "my people". I am not very trusting, I can't stand 70% of the population, I have had the same friends since I was in my early teens. Another one of us is gone. The hardest person to tell was my ex, the Libra, I just remember him asking me to repeat myself and me on the other end screaming, "He's dead Michael, he's dead!" Just to think that I remember Damian connecting Michael and I, thinking we were such a funny couple and teasing me that I dated a former "rat boy". Never thought I would have to tell Michael that Damian was no longer living.
Why am I so angry???
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hobocop:
i was just poking through journals and saw yours. when i read that name, i realized i had gone to high school with that guy. i'm sorry to hear that he's gone. from what i remember, he was a good guy.
hobocop:
yeah, i went to parker all four years. it seems like i had a summer school class with him. i know he dated a friend of mine for awhile.