So i never thought i would post anything like this.
Last Thursday when i got home from work I found out a good friend of mine committed Self Delete.
Our story:
We met in 9th grade. Both angsty teens. Both wore black clothes. I sat next to him on the bus on the first day of school and shared my head phones with him. I was listening to cradle of filth. From that day on we were practically inseparable. Everyone who didnt know us thought we were brother and sister. Which practically... we were. His parents were stuffty so he would sneak over to my house at night. I would make a bed out of blankets on my floor for him to sleep on. We would wake up and go to school. We were about the same size (he was taller) but he would borrow some of my band t-shirts. Throughout jr high and high school we always hung out. The starfish shot me with a bebe gun in the boob and left a scar. When i moved out to maryland we lost touch but after i got back we got back to talking again. We would see each other occasionally at the gas station or the subway. About 2 months ago is when i saw him last. We sat down and caught up. Talked and laughed. We hugged each other and i told him id see his punk ass later.
Now, more than ever i realize i wont be seeing his punk ass later. I wont be seeing him again. And it hurts my heart. I know topics like these are made fun of but this is the first friend ive lost.
RIP Allen. I will remember our memories. And i wont forget the hell we caused together.
I just found out the funeral service was this past wednesday. And no one told me about it..... no one.
