Friday, June 6, 2008

Death of the best friend a man could hope for

Today my best friend died.  I died too, I was lucky though, they got to me in time.

This had not been the first time for either of us, I had 'dropped' once before and my friend had three times before, twice with me, I saved him those times, but could not this time.  'Dropping' is a funny thing, the first time you do it it puts you off for a while, but after the WD's kick in you figure stuff it, I will be more careful next time, then eventually you think you are hard enough to handle a bigger dose or you get too confident and over you go again.