A shot of perspective

Last week my friend Charlie killed himself. I don't know why, 'cause he never told his friends what was wrong. I'm... dealing, I suppose. Not blaming myself as much as I was.

Things happen. And they're big things. Some are amazing things. Miracles. And it makes you realise there's more important stuff, that you ought to take the chance to fix things when you can, since you might not always get the chance. Makes you want to make the most of what you can do.

Makes you wonder why the fuck you were ever bothered by the little shite.

Lee, any chance of letting me borrow that black bikini of yours? I've got the urge to carpe some diem this afternoon, out by the pool. Manuel, I'm stealing borrowing a pair of your sunglasses you left here the other day - light's still bothering my eyes some.