Later

“If I touched him would he break?” It’s been three days since the death of Christian. Everyone is everyone’s friend when a death occurs. He was eighteen, an addict, falling apart mentally, barely clinging to the life he had, and all of a sudden a tumor appeared in his brain. For the next year Christian had many more friends than he even knew about, up until the time of his death. People ask me what I remember most about him, what great time did I have with Christian so I tell them the truth. “Freebasing about eight cans of Glade, taking some acid and cutting ourselves because we liked the colors.” Needless to say, no one else has a memory of “that” Christian besides myself. Points are:
Dying young doesn’t make you a martyr. Having more friends when your dead is a strange circumstance don’t you think? and Last, always see someone for who they were, if Christian were the saint you all describe him as, none of us would of liked him. R.I.P.