dear other carl diary,
so it's been a year now since my other buddy carl died. last time i saw him was the friday before father's day. i remember it well. fucking sucks. i hate losing people. i know it's supposed to be something i am used to and all, but it never gets easier. i missed the funeral and shit. i didn't find out til after it was all over. suicide. i don't even get it, but in his case i do. but i still don't. i went and had lunch on his grave. some people are more brave than others and some people can fight longer than others and for some people to lay down and die is their way to fight i suppose. i guess when it comes down to quality verses quantity and you've already lived eighty years, the prospect of the cure and the disease and the burden on your family and the cost is what helped poor carl decide. and that my friends is a fucking shame.
so it's been a year now since my other buddy carl died. last time i saw him was the friday before father's day. i remember it well. fucking sucks. i hate losing people. i know it's supposed to be something i am used to and all, but it never gets easier. i missed the funeral and shit. i didn't find out til after it was all over. suicide. i don't even get it, but in his case i do. but i still don't. i went and had lunch on his grave. some people are more brave than others and some people can fight longer than others and for some people to lay down and die is their way to fight i suppose. i guess when it comes down to quality verses quantity and you've already lived eighty years, the prospect of the cure and the disease and the burden on your family and the cost is what helped poor carl decide. and that my friends is a fucking shame.
