Max died this morning. It was all pretty sudden; fairly unpredictable. I really don't think it was the cancer that got to him, but the sadness of losing his life that ate him up alive. I didn't exactly know what to think and I still don't. This was pretty much the worst timing for something like this to happen. I lay down in my brown garage which does not consist of cars, but a dark blue carpet and a t.v. Laying here reminds me of days with Max, staring up at the celing, in the process of consolation after a broken heart. Life is too short. I can still hear the voices of us all sneaking in here, half-drunk and tripping over ourselves. Watching movies together. But I guess now we're a little too busy for good times, too busy making out with losers and masturbating. I remembered Dillan and how he was in our group for a while, how we were alone for a while. I stare directly above me at a cheap light, dangling above me. I consider it to be unstable, it could fall on me and injure my eyes pretty significantly, but for now, I don't care. In the distance I hear my mother calling me, I pretend not to hear. There's a good chance she'll come down and find me, but hopefully it will take a while. Maybe even a lifetime.