Ricky

I wanted to destroy 2008, and be reborn into 2009. I had no intentions of remembering the year, filled with mistakes and heartache. Then I got the news of my friend Ricky, who died New Years day. I can't say what I don't know, but it may have been a suicide. Alcohol and OTC medications. It just seems all to cliche, but then again that's how I remember the kid. The prettiest boy, who wore abercrombie, played lacrosse and got the prettiest girls. He was the cliche. The all american boy. And now all I can do is remember, because we'll never see each other again. We used to be best friends, once upon a time many years ago. We were high school kids with nothing to do. That's how it always started. It was after high school, where our differences became obvious. He voted red, I voted blue. He listened to one band, I listened to another. I went to these bars, he went to others. After a while our conversations became a combination of 20 questions, and reminiscing. It's what happens. We started running into each other more and more, and I thought it would be a good time to start hanging out again. After all we were adults now. I'm 24, he was 21. I just didn't expect this....

Since the end of high school I have had 8 people, that I know die. 6 were under the age of 25. This one stings more than others though. I looked out after this idiot. We all did. He was that puppy that shat everywhere, but we couldn't just cut him off because he didn't know any better. I should have been there this last year. All the heart break in life couldn't compare to the void left. It was the emptiest of feelings.