Today there are a ton of bricks on my chest.
They're making it hard for me to breathe.
* * *
This morning
the greatest guy in the whole world
got into a car filled with all his belongings
and left.
He's on the road still,
headed for Seattle
then New York--
but not California.
He doesn't live here anymore.
Today is the hardest day
I've known about it for a while
thought about it for a while
tried to mentally prepare myself for a while
But there are some things in life you just can't prepare for ahead of time.
Goodbye punk. I miss you.
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