So... I just found out that a person I knew from high school died in a car crash in Texas. It's not like we were close friends or anything, but we were civil to each other. The thing is, though, his older brother died from an overdose during my sophmore year there. I feel terrible for his family, having to live through not only one, but two sons dying... he is the 7th person I knew from highschool to die since I graduated almost 10 years ago.
Now, on top of that, I found out another one of my friends might have to have his leg amputated because of a severe blood clot - he's in the army and the VA can't do anything about. He's going to see a specialist about it and I hope he'll be able to keep his leg. He was a nice guy - and he doesn't deserve that kind of shit happening to him.
So, yeah - I guess I'm just now realizing how long it's been since those days... and I'm now only a few blocks away from the house I lived in. I need to move on and do something with my life soon, or else I fear I never will.
Now, on top of that, I found out another one of my friends might have to have his leg amputated because of a severe blood clot - he's in the army and the VA can't do anything about. He's going to see a specialist about it and I hope he'll be able to keep his leg. He was a nice guy - and he doesn't deserve that kind of shit happening to him.
So, yeah - I guess I'm just now realizing how long it's been since those days... and I'm now only a few blocks away from the house I lived in. I need to move on and do something with my life soon, or else I fear I never will.