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.
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.