TOO BAD I HID A BOOT

So, yeah...

The usual questioning of mortality has popped up at the sudden, and may I add "soul crushing", demise of my high school chum and all around great guy Max Mcleod....

I know it's selfish, but when someone I know passes, it makes me question "When will be my time?". I think everyone has that thought at least once when they hear that kinda news. Also the "what contributions have I made to other people's lives if any" or the zinger "does anything I do on a dialy basis constitute as 'living life to the fullest'?".

It's just.. yeah, lost my train of thought...

I could save it here, but anything I may type afterwards will seem less than genuine...

Sorry to see ya go, Max. Rest in peace...