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So here's the comic for halloween. I expect you to want a rant addressing this shit holiday? Well here's something morbid for you. A good friend of mine died on friday. Apparently he hit a truck in his car. He was a goog guy, sensible like. None of us expected him to be the first of our crew to die, let alone in a car crash. I suspect most of my friends thought I'd die first, of reckless driving, alcohol poisoning or getting beaten to death, finally being outclassed in a fight. Hell knows I thought I would. One of my favourite highschool teachers, upon deciding to leave our school, told me he'd come back to waipuk some day but he didn't expect to see me. I'd either be dead or in jail. At the time I didn't care. Now, with the subject of death falling on me, for only the second time really, I find I no longer have that lust to see if my maker has the balls to kill me and have to see me face to face. It's more of an indifference to death.
News keeps trickling to me, I'm not satisfied with the answers yet. Spike called me last night, he finds this all a little hard to swallow too. He knew less than I did, and asked for J-money's number. I've heard he crossed the centerline, I've heard he did a long shift at the meat works, I've heard he was playing games all night the night before, and I've heard he was decapitated. Died at the scene isn't usually the terminology they use for a decapitation though, more like died instantly. I just really want answers instead of rumours. J-money is going up for the funeral, I can't really afford it, and I know my parents can't either, although my mum keeps offering. I might have a drink sometime this week somewhere. A beer for me and a coke for him.
Happy halloween, and go fuck yourself
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