On the night of the 24th, a good friend of mine decided to take his own life by jumping off the golden gate bridge. He was in a state of weakness and felt their was nothing he could do to better his situation. I had a moment of sorrow, but that soon faded and I was met with anger, frustration, disbelief, and lots of questions, and I wished so badly that there was something I could have done to prevent this. That somehow I would have run into him that day and caught on that something was wrong, and be able to talk to him, but I know that will never be possible. I've never been in a fight, never wanted to fight, but if I had to (even though I would have been smashed) I would have fought him if it would have just put some sense into his head. He left behind a wife and daughter, his own mother, and so many friends that cared for him, and for what? To escape your problems? Shit happens sometimes. You could have faced your problems and started anew. And the friends and family that really cared for you would be there for you when you needed it. He was a retired skin who was probably as tough as they come. He could dish it out and take it just as well. He could deal with that law and come out alright. But when it came down to the mental fight, I think it was too much for him and just ate him up.
God damnit Ques, I miss you.
11 years ago
