? - 2007
This is a photo I scanned in ages ago from my dad’s family albums. This is John in high school, I suspect.
I don’t know how to feel about it.
I was on the phone with Brian and Grammie came out of her room screaming and crying. “…oh God oh God oh God John’s dead John’s dead he’s dead he’s dead oh God don’t do this to me…”
I felt horrible for her.
Even now it doesn’t seem real.
I called Kelly and told her, now I feel like an asshole for writing that diatribe in my last post.
We can’t get ahold of Kathleen.
Grammie and Orrin left as soon as she got the call. I don’t know where they went. To identify the body? I just don’t know. I left the porch light on.
I don’t know how to feel about anything today. I spent the whole day watching Star Trek: Deep Space Nine and cleaning my room. It’s impeccably clean. This was all before Grammie came home.
It’s not like we were close.
In fact, I hated him.
Which makes this all the more strange.
It’s 11:30 p.m.
I wonder if they’re coming back.
The last time I saw John alive he was running around the house yelling about how someone (me) had eaten his chicken. I just grabbed my helmet and left ’cause I couldn’t deal with how incredibly drunk he was.
They came back.
I guess John fell down these stairs at his place and had a major head trauma. They’re treating it as a possible homicide. Who knows.