Another Serving Of ****

He went into v-fib and died after exactly 20 minutes. Just like that. No reason whatsoever. He'd only complained of an arrhythmia a few months earlier, but he was drunk and high when it happened so we (both of us are med students) thought is was from his bingeing. Even the doctors on call at the ER said so, too.

He died in his girlfriend's arms, on December 6th, 2011.
I couldn't even be at his funeral because he died in Chicago but I was in Egypt.

Our friends called us Thing 2 and Thing 1. We did literally everything together. We'd even break up with our girlfriends at the same time haha

But, **** happens. I believe the saying, "Life sucks. Then you die." His death was just another serving a ****, courtesy of Life.

I don't think about him that much, surprisingly. People around me wear somber faces and talk in hushed voices whenever he's mentioned, saying stuff like "He's in a better place now" or "He's watching over us,"  but I just tell them, "Oh get over it, you and your drama! He's gone. Nonexistant. Null. The worms have eaten him up. And it's only a matter of time before we end up like that."

Oh well, I don't even know why I'm posting this. It's not like I'm the first person in the world to lose a friend, and I sure am not the last.

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May 22, 2012