Bad News

I found out today that one of my oldest friends died yesterday in a car crash in Mexico. I can't believe it.

We grew up together in West Hartford, and were best friends for years. I used to sit on the phone with him for hours every day after school talking about all kinds of stuff, all of which seemed really important at the time.

During college we drifted apart, but we kept in touch over email and saw each other over holidays and summers. He was a constant voice in my life - sometimes for reason, and sometimes for insanity, but always there and always loud as hell.

He'd been having a tough time of things lately, and had kind of lost the plot a bit. For the past year or so he'd drifted from place to place looking for somewhere he could be comfortable. Maybe he's found it now. I don't know. I just wish I could talk to him one more time about stuff that seems important.

Posted by flow Frazao on September 24, 2004 at 11:22 PM in Family | Permalink