Oh, and J died…

J, a friend of mine, died at the age of his early 20s. In a car crash.

Like thousands or tens of thousands of other people die.

I was 15.

And it hit me pretty hard.

Iʻmm not in the mood to explain the while lines on my arms, ever, to anyone.

I was that one unpopular, introvert kid into writing, who didnʻt have such a stable home to start with.

J. I guess one more reason I donʻt like cars or driving.

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