I took tonight off to go to a barbecue with some very dear friends. But I ended up sitting with my grandma as she spends her last few hours on earth. Death is so surreal. Does anyone really have any idea what comes after this life? What's the deal with goodbye for forever? I held her hand and watched as she laid there, unconscious, fighting to breathe.
Fighting to breathe.
When I was younger, I used to hang with this guy named Frank. He was my first friend in elementary school after moving to Santa Maria. He had a bowl cut. He used to take major league batting gloves (he had a bunch of them. Specifically, Angels and Dodgers gloves) and cut the fingers off of them. Sometimes he would bring them to school and let me have one. It was very nice. My parents didn't like Frank a ton; he cursed and wore gloves with the fingers cut off. He wasn't a good influence on me.
I often wonder about Frank. I don't even know his last name. I hope he's doing okay, he was one of my very first friends.
Every now and then, while riding my bike, I think about jumping off, and hurling myself into a back flip, just to see if I could land it. Wouldn't that be rad? If I could actually do it, it would be sweet. But then, I quickly remind myself that my motorcycle isn't paid off, that it would crash into oblivion and that I would probably end up dead.
So I doubt I will ever attempt my cool back-flip-from-the-motorcycle idea. Too bad. It's a great one. I wonder if it's even physically possible?
I'm still thinking about going to Barcelona, Spain. I don't know, man. It's fraught with danger, that's for sure.
Thanks for reading.
I love you.
Better get living while we're dying.