Warren, The End.
I've put off concluding this story because I don't want to seem flippant about it. I meant these entries to be a memorial to Warren and what he meant to me. Reading over what I wrote, I can see that it might sound like our relationship was rather shallow and one-sided. At the time, though, it was a lifeline. And he was my first, which also makes him special.
I went several years without hearing anything about him. He moved a couple hundred miles from our hometown to Columbia, Missouri. I think he was working at a Pizza Hut for a while. Two Christmases ago I was told that he'd lost some hair and several teeth, which made me suspect methamphetamine. I don't remember who told me that, though, and I have no idea if it's even true.
I hadn't seen him in three to four years when my friend Krissy wrote me an email saying he had committed suicide. He had a lot of problems and a lot of hurtful things were done to and by him... but he was a good guy and I'm going to miss him.
I went several years without hearing anything about him. He moved a couple hundred miles from our hometown to Columbia, Missouri. I think he was working at a Pizza Hut for a while. Two Christmases ago I was told that he'd lost some hair and several teeth, which made me suspect methamphetamine. I don't remember who told me that, though, and I have no idea if it's even true.
I hadn't seen him in three to four years when my friend Krissy wrote me an email saying he had committed suicide. He had a lot of problems and a lot of hurtful things were done to and by him... but he was a good guy and I'm going to miss him.
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