We had a death up here in the backcountry...a little ways off but pretty close to home.
Georgia...but still, not that far off. It made me think about my freshman year of high school, the beginning of not being afraid. Where one part of yourself leaps out for a split second but then quickly hops back in before someone notices you being original. This death was different, there weren't a lot of nice words said or sentimental memories.
I remember someone that hated the pigs and the black hole.
He was pronounced dead at 4:20 pm. (thanks Rach)
He would've liked that.
Match in the gas tank...boom, boom.
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