rant

okay, so. You are not better than anyone else because you do or don't do something. FUCK.

Kevin died in his sleep. Who cares what it was from? He was a successful individual with a big heart. Don't say you wish you would have spent more time with him and all that bull shit, because if you wanted to, you would have. We're all human and each one of us does that, say we wish we hung out with someone more when really we don't give a fuck. You are no exception. We all do it. I find it interesting it crossed my mind to IM Kevin last week, but didn't and I don't regret it. I'm not going to beat myself up over it. I miss the kid, but I haven;t talked to him in about a year, he took me to my first college party, introduced me to kids that were not in my class so I wasn't stuck with the same people I spent my days in class with, taught me how to take a shot with a lime/salt chaser thing. I am happy to have known him and to me it doesn't matter how he died, as long as he was happy. Don't make judgements because no one knows what happened. It's unfortunate, no matter how he died but don't think you're better than him because you've never touched a drug, because maybe he hadn't either. Because Kevin is dead does not mean he did not have a sense of humor, the kid had all those missing children flyers hanging up as wallpaper in his house, and a coffin in his garage. Just because he was quiet does not mean he couldn't take a joke or didn't like to have a good time. The fact is that he is missed and didn't deserve to go, just like everyone else who has died. His family misses him, think of them rather than passing judgements just because he died suddenly at a young age. Who cares what Kevin did with his life? He lived it how he saw fit and was very successful at a young age and no one has the right to tell him he lived it right or not. I just hope he had a bitchin' time this weekend, whatever he was doing, and never regretted anything he did. He was a nice person who introduced me to a lot of people, and had the balls to knock on my door and invite me and my roomates out with him because we had just moved to a new city and didn't have any friends. I know I would be too scared to knock on a door of someone I've only said hi to and invite them out to help them out, with no intent of personal gain.

Kev, I enjoyed being your neighbor, talking around a hookah, getting the cops called, my first shot of patron, meeting Ricky who was also a Snowboarder intern, my first college party, and my first natty light. Thank you for inviting me out that night to live the normal life of a college student when I was stuck in a house with boyfriend-obsessed, homesick teenage girls. I will never forget your kindness that night, staying sober to make sure we got back home okay, and letting me borrow your shit when I couldn't find mine. Seeing you around school always made me excited, even if we did share a drive way for two years. Always loved the missing children wallpaper, and I hope you died peacefully and were happy with everything you accomplished in life. Rest in peace my friend.

fin.