Like it was better to just cut myself off than try and understand. For the life of me I can't remember what it was called, maybe I had a mental block over the whole thing. We had each others backs, that's the way it was.Ĭolton didn't know the area. If anything happened to the other, you could take it for granted that the other would be there. You know, the stuff that really mattered. He was one of my best friends, we grew up together, both die hard Giants fans, both Guitar Hero aficionados, a shared history that meant we knew everything about one another. I'd invited him to a work event, and I'd gotten really drunk. It was stupid s**t, s**t I don't even remember now. Then one day, he just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. He married his high school sweetheart, resided in a Neighbourhood where everybody knew everybody. Thirty five years young, a lively, hard working father of one.
Or maybe we'd take our chances and trust that everything happens for a reason. If only we could be prepared, perhaps receive a script in advance, as to how events will play out, maybe we'd do things a little differently. It's funny how timing is everything in life. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. All characters appearing in this work are fictitious.
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