Funny thing happened. The funeral turned into an hour long outreach program to convert all of Josh's old friends to Jesus.

Afterwards I needed a drink so I went to "Our Funeral" as we started calling it. I'm not going to start calling them every weekend, but I remembered why I used to hang out with them all. I was surprised to find out most of them weren't talking to each other ether.

Well, wednesday is the funeral. I plan on going but I'm not sure if I'll stay for the catching up with old friends.

Jesus, when did I start to dislike everyone I hung out with in high school, and why?

The thing is the guy worshiped me, but I couldn't stand him any more. He was a racist drug addict. I hadn't talked to him in five or six years, and those last few times I did were on accident.

The news of his death is sad but it doesn't shock me. I'm not sure if I'm going to the funeral, or if I'm even invited in the first place.