Thursday, November 23, 2017

It's fickle, it's fragile, and it's all f@cked up

A week ago a neighbour was going about his usual routine. A fifty-three year old guy whose adult children were just coming into their own. Decent all-round family type with a successful business. He had a great life, and he appreciated it.

Visitation was today.

They're burying him tomorrow.

At some point between then and now a pick-up truck ran a stop sign at one o'clock in the morning.

What are the odds?

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