I work nights, stocking at a grocery store, but after reading about all this when I got home from finals, last night at work, went exceedingly slow, almost if I was mired in pitch-mopy, slow, cranky, quiet.
I actually never finished all my work.
I kept to myself, didn't really talk to anyone (completly NOT me) and you know, thinking back over the past year or so, to the times we hiked or went out for lunch or had a few beers, I would get REALLY PISSED OFF.
I don't know how many times I cussed him out. Then, when thinking about these memories, multiple times, I actually teared up and I'd have to leave and step outside.
I honestly didn't think it would affect me like this. I and David had some cross words a while ago and now I look back at that and I think,
Anger is such a small emotion. It robs us of life and vitality.
David, I miss you, man.
