This morning I got an email telling me that this kid I knew four, five years ago, killed himself. He’d be maybe a year out of High School, maybe two, and fucked me if I can remember his name. It’d be an easy thing for me to learn, really, just an email to send, but it bugs me that I don’t remember. It shouldn’t, I suppose, but the kid’s dead now, and it does.

I’m in a shitty mood today, if you can’t guess.