One of my best friends from the last years of high school died about 3 weeks ago.
We weren’t friends anymore. Actually we didn’t see each other for the last 20 years.
So, I didn’t cry. But isn’t it ironic that many rock stars of the 70’s who snorted coke every day and fucked millions of people after their shows are still alive while that 38 years old guy died naturally from a problem with his heart? Isn’t it hilarious?
That’s how fucking funny life is.
We spent the last 20 years in total indifference for each other but I’ll always remember that we threw some stinking bomb in the school and we managed to not get caught.
And when we went walking in the school after lunch, he would ask me to stay close to the restrooms while he would take a crap for 10 minutes.
Which, I did. As a good dog.
I now realize how a good friend I’ve been for him. Nobody never did that for me.