dirty__1

Lastnight I sat up late, just not tired at all. I couldn't get rid if this sick feeling in my stomach. It was like my insides were in a knot and I didn't know why. I couldn't shake it for anything. It was like I knew something wrong but I didn't know what.

An hour or so ago I get a phone call from my best friend Matt..

M-"Man I got bad news...."

D-"what..."

M-"Chris had a seizure lastnight man, and his brain was without oxygen for about 30 mins"

D-"shut the fuck up...omg."

M-"He's brain dead and they're gonna pull the tube out in just a few mins"

D-"OMG..what..what the hell..."

Apparently he had a seizure between 6am &9am thismorning. His g/f found him around 9am he wasn't breathing and the called 911. They said he had been without oxygen for around 30 mins...I sill dunno all the details yet...

Chris is the guy who had the party the night I had my accident. He stood there as they loaded me into the helicopter. He had to stand back and watch from a distance as they cut me out and he had to see the helicopter sitting there along with the morgue truck not knowing which one I was going to be put into. then he was at the hopital when I got there.. I know there's not a damn thing I could do to help but I just wish I could be at the hospital just see him one more time..
Just to..fuck I don't know

I'm just numb right now...

I just got a phone call about half an hour ago..they pulled to tube out and he didn't make it....