It seems crueler than anything that he doesn�t even have his hair anymore, his long floating black hair. I never even got to touch it, not once. I had planned to tousle it carelessly this morning, once he got up, actually, which is embarrassing and deeply depressing to admit, because I had been longing to ever since we met and I noticed it. He was charming and contagious, and a gifted artist. Kind, and unpredictable, he could make you feel like a rock star (or at least a million dollar beautician).
No. No. I�m writing his eulogy.
Officer Chuck is an asshole and I want to die.