for some of u that know me very well know what today is but for those that dont i'll tell u today has been 18 yrs since my best friend had died i remember it like it was yesterday and still to this day i feel i have a part in it even though i dont u see i was having an arguement with my best friend vincent about what we were gonna do on sunday after we had went to church yes i said church this was before i became wiccan and vincent and my other best friend at the time crystal were seeing eachother but him and i both made a deal if either one of us had something bad happen to them we would name out first born their name if they were a boy or girl ok well anyway i was finishe with the yelling and fight said something i should never of said and that was i wished u were dead well i thew the phone to crystal and sat there like a fucking fool and stubborn so at 615 pm jan 11th 1991 i called him back to say i was sorry he had left at midnight i found out he was shot in the head his ex kristin called me and said vincent is dead vincent is dead and laughed and hung up so the next day the pastor at our church called and said he had pasted at midnight so the moral of my story is never wish a friend dead cause it will happen and u will regret it forever