I never liked riding in limousines. It was uncomfortable, like the first time you get your teeth cleaned after two years. Even after all the time I’d spent in them it never got any easier. Today was really no different.
Except for the fact that after today no one would feel the same again.
Except for the fact that I was missing the last six weeks of my life.
Except for the fact that I was on my way to bury my best friend.
The drive was interminable. A short six miles from my home. It felt like six hundred. Continue Reading