You are a painful reminder of why I will never do drugs.
The mix of coke and heroin. You knew you were dying.
Why?
You retard, why?
I'll miss you.
I guess you really are the man in the box.
And for me, it did rain when you died.
You were cremated, your ashes given to a family member. Where do we go to mourn you now? Kurt had his bridge, Jim has a grave, and we have nothing but memories. And I was too young to have any real ones.
