My friend died today. He was too young to die. His twin babies are like nine months old.
I was walking on the street looking at all these old people thinking: "Why are you not dead instead of my friend?" That's pretty evil, but the thought does arise. Why him? Why not me—or you, or you? Or better yet, you, you asshole, you know who you are.
He had stopped smoking.
He had stopped drinking.
He had learned to love.
He praised god, even if he didn't totally believe.
Why we can't stop: We love him.
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This blog used to be called "Why I Can't Stop Smoking." Well, I did stop smoking. Now I need to stop drinking. The only thing is, every day there seems to be a reason why I can't just yet. It worked before, so—here goes! Today's reason
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2 comments:
Ah, but of course that's why one must stop. Because we love him.
C...sorry to hear of your loss...just makes you realize how futile life can be ...when we stop all the things that are supposed to kill us and then it happens anyway. Death happens...and we can't do a damm thing about it.
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