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.