The early long journey to Expo, being at Expo, seeing old friends and making new ones, the (what seemed to be) endless drinking, the jackassery that ensued, the 14 hr ride home w/ bbasso,which led to, chicken and rice @1am in NYC = YUM (thanks Rob!) was all in all just fun
I thank you all that were a part of this great week+
Yet after all this, it's amazing how one emotion can turn to another.
Later that day/night, as I try to fall asleep, I get a phone call, my sobbing sister on the other side. She tells me that one of our friends was dead, "he was just killed in a motorcycle accident" she says.
I get dressed in a hurry and rush to the scene.
I see the bike on the ground, his body covered and the Acura Integra, which he hit, that killed him on impact.
The next few hours/days will never be the same
Be safe, my friends.
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