On tuesday morning just after 1am my first Kiss, my first best friend died in a one car, car crash. He had finally gotten his life back in order stopped doing drugs, was dating a girl who had a level head on her shoulders. Was finally taking life seriously. I unfortunatly had not spoken to Mike in years, as we entered Highschool, he became popular and I did not. So we drifted apart, when ever we would run into each other we would always talk and laugh, and have a good time. I can't feel this yet, trying hard to allow myself to really swallow it whole, and feel it, but I can't. I hurt for his family, his parents are some of the best people in the world. His brother and sister are up there in awesome status too. So why at such a young age do we allow ourselves to drink and drive, or what ever the circumstances were, why are we so stupid at such a young age? I've seen death, I've looked him in the eye and said not yet. I've lived for others, and now I am living for myself. I will miss my friend dearly, and I will only remember the good. Michael Rosa you were one wonderful person.
