katiebarthedoor

Allan was one of my best friends. he was a good-looking kid. he was 25. and he wont get a minute older. he is dead.

around 8 tonight he was hit by a car driven by a 16 year old girl while crossing 4th street. he died a little over ten minutes later on the way to the hospital. his girlfriend called me from university hospital a while ago to tell me. shes there with his family. her name is Vanessa. shes very nice.

i just got off the phone with my friend B.J. in chicago. he and his girlfriend are going to come down tomorrow to stay at my place for the funeral, i think its goin to be on friday. i'm going to go, i am not going to cry, i will tell his mom its a shame, then i will go meet everyone at the bar and drink till i cant stand. so i dont know how much i'll be around.

Al had some problems. some people thought Al was kind of a jerk. i guess he kinda was. but he was one of my best friends.
i am going to miss him so fucking much.

i feel like i should be crying or something.

sometimes i get scared that if people really, really knew how little i cared, they would be shocked. like, really shocked.

forgive spelling. i kinda just vomited this up. contributing also are the booze/ pills.

keep the faith. or dont. whatever.