not a charger
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Today, my wife and I found out that a very good friend of ours was killed yesterday by a hit-skip driver. His name is Mike. He was riding his motorcycle when some stupid whore made a left-hand turn into him...no, not in front of him, but actually into him. Then, she fled the scene, not caring at all that she had just killed Mike. She left him laying dead in the road. She was caught, and is now in jail. I know that she'll get what's coming to her, one way or another. Now, my friend is gone at age 32, and this stupid bitch is still here, as is the drunk ass that killed our friend Gary. This just isn't right.
Mike is the guy who, during our sophomore year of high school, introduced me to my wife. I was immediately infatuated with her, but I didn't know how to tell her. At one point in time, she was planning on permanently relocating to Mississippi. At that point, she had no idea of the feelings I had for her. I was pretty upset that she was planning to leave, but I didn't have the guts to tell her, and I figured it wouldn't matter, anyway. Well, Mike, after trying and trying to convince me to tell her, finally told her himself. I was really embarrassed and angry...until I found out that she decided she would stay because of me. Without Mike, I wouldn't have anything I have today. My wife, my little girl, nothing. I can't believe he's gone. I owe so much to him. I never got to say goodbye.
My wife and I just watched a cheesy, 3-hour video that a group of us, including Mike, made back in high school. There was a large group of us who, though we've gone our separate ways, have managed to stay friends and stay in touch, even though we are scattered all over the US and overseas. We hadn't watched the video in years. At the end, which we had forgotten about, Mike stepped in front of the camera and said,
"I hope that, someday, we can all be together again and watch this video and laugh and cry and enjoy each other's company, just like we are now." Sadly, this will never happen.
We are all devastated at the loss of our friend. I don't have any idea what to do. I miss him already. I can't believe he's gone. I'm so angry with the bitch that hit him. I'd kill her with my bare hands if I could, and I'd get a good night's sleep after doing so. I hope she rots.
Thanks for listening.
Mike is the guy who, during our sophomore year of high school, introduced me to my wife. I was immediately infatuated with her, but I didn't know how to tell her. At one point in time, she was planning on permanently relocating to Mississippi. At that point, she had no idea of the feelings I had for her. I was pretty upset that she was planning to leave, but I didn't have the guts to tell her, and I figured it wouldn't matter, anyway. Well, Mike, after trying and trying to convince me to tell her, finally told her himself. I was really embarrassed and angry...until I found out that she decided she would stay because of me. Without Mike, I wouldn't have anything I have today. My wife, my little girl, nothing. I can't believe he's gone. I owe so much to him. I never got to say goodbye.
My wife and I just watched a cheesy, 3-hour video that a group of us, including Mike, made back in high school. There was a large group of us who, though we've gone our separate ways, have managed to stay friends and stay in touch, even though we are scattered all over the US and overseas. We hadn't watched the video in years. At the end, which we had forgotten about, Mike stepped in front of the camera and said,
"I hope that, someday, we can all be together again and watch this video and laugh and cry and enjoy each other's company, just like we are now." Sadly, this will never happen.
We are all devastated at the loss of our friend. I don't have any idea what to do. I miss him already. I can't believe he's gone. I'm so angry with the bitch that hit him. I'd kill her with my bare hands if I could, and I'd get a good night's sleep after doing so. I hope she rots.
Thanks for listening.
