bulldog

A boy I knew pretty well during my formative years just died. He was a guest at a bachelor party weekend that devolved into drunk driving a golf cart at midnight. The cart took a sharp turn. He fell out and was run over by his friend.

It's senseless and it's stupid, and it's a few other words that, once uttered or written, deflate. When someone's 29, the distance the words have to cover may simply be too far.

The terrible parallel is that the only other person from my spin to have passed away did so a few years ago in the arms of her best friend, in the middle of a crowded street in Berkeley, after a sudden post-lunch allergy attack.

I don't mean to be morbid. I just wish there was a way to keep the unkind surprises at two.

fell on 2005-08-27 at 4:01 p.m.

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