Shadow of the Day

I think Garrett's death has made us all stop and draw a piercing moment of reflection. David and I ranted about drunk drivers, particularly since some of the boys dabble in it occasionally. I've certainly stopped moping about my impending birthday, since it's just selfish and, really, I'm almost grateful to be having another one. In fact, I'm actually looking forward to spending the day with my friends. I whined about getting old, and then something like this happens and makes me painfully aware of how young I am, how young my friends are, to be slapped in the face with such heartache and immediate mortality.

It also makes me want to go out with my friends more, since I'm always sober and down to drive. And tell them that I love them to bits. But only when they're piss drunk and unable to remember anything. I have my reputation to uphold, after all.


Garrett, thank you for always showing me a great time at your parties and events. You'd get me in, flash me that contagious smile, and give me a drunken hug. Come to think of it, I really can't picture you in my mind without your huge grin...and I wouldn't want it any other way.