10.07.2006

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I recently learned that a kid I played Little League with back in California was killed in a car accident. His father and brother were travelling with him in the car, and all three died as the car drifted across the lane and into an oncoming truck. Now only the mother remains.

Really, I only have one memory of him. I'm standing near the end of the bleachers at the Little League field, and he's sobbing loudly into the arms of his mom, because some of the other kids kept hitting him and calling him a faggot. That's it.

Are the dead entitled to more?

1 Comments:

At 7:56 AM, Blogger Nothing said...

Much, much more.

 

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