A kid I know was killed in an accident on Friday. Well he wasn't really a kid. The paper said he was twenty-nine. My dealio is this. He really was an ass. I don't hate too many people, but this kid and his mother were exceptions to my rule. Is it wrong to really not be too saddened by not having him in this world any longer?
I'm almost happy about it.
In other places, there was a suicide in the Flatts this weekend, too. I think one of my trooper friends was the one to find the kid, because he was "technically" on leave on Monday. I didn't ask. Another coffee regular was on the phone line, I guess. He was taking it a little personally, but when your job is to talk somebody out of the idea, I guess you can feel you failed when you hear the gunshot.
It's not really a failure though. Sometimes it just works out that way.
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