I’ve just had the weirdest hour. My friend Kevin is dead. I found this out via a third-wave forward through the AmeriCorps crew.
Not only that, but he died in JUNE.
WTF? This explains why I couldn’t get ahold of him to dish about Noah. Huh.
I’m wrecked, but I can’t talk to my shared friends about it, because
1. It’s been three months. Obviously the communication lines are down.
2. Noah and Dan are closest friends I had, and they either don’t know about it, or don’t have my contact info (ahem, ex boyfriend, ahem), because I heard about it THREE MONTHS LATE.
3. AmeriCorps is like the Army in that I have these buddies spread across the world, and I don’t talk to them that often, so I can’t just get a hug.
I need to find a picture of Kevin, and do this up right, so you know who I’m talking about.
Thank you, Disc Golf Atlanta. I can’t believe how cheesy this picture is. Squinty was way more rad than that.