Saturday, December 24, 2005

You're Getting Old When The Friends Start Dying Off

I just found out today an old friend of mine from high school committed suicide this January, which sucks the ass of the flea on the camel's back.
He was a good guy; a nuclear missle technician for the Navy. He was stationed at Kings Bay, Georgia, on the USS Arizona. Definitely the most funny kid I've ever met. What makes this even more depressing is I thought he was one of the few people I went to high school with who was worth a damn.
They buried him at the cemetary in Cedar. So I suppose on Monday I'll stop by and pay him a visit.

No wonder he hasn't been returning my e-mails.

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