Don’t you dare.
KB: “You heard, then?”
Moi: “Yeah.”
KB:”That sucks.”
Moi: “Don’t you dare kill yourself. Ever.”
KB:”Or what?”
Moi: “Good point.”
KB:”Gotcha.”
Moi: “You know you shouldn’t be funny about shit like that right now.”
KB: “I got one more, though.”
Moi:”What?”
KB: “If you kill yourself, I’ll make sure you’re buried in that old bridesmaid dress you hate.”
Moi:”Bitch.”
KB: “Just one who loves you.”
Moi:”That’s so not right.”
KB: “Yeah, well at least I wouldn’t reveal the story about that one guy you kicked out of your house because he said you were too smart to be Christian”.
Moi:”Thanks. Bitch.”
KB: “You know, you’re an insensitive bitch some times.”
Moi: “You’re one to talk.”
KB: “This is why they don’t let us talk to children or to the news.”
Moi: “Werd.”
KB: “Is it wrong to try & laugh about this now?”
Moi: “Not so much that we aren’t affected by it. Because we are. And maybe we’re in shock and just dealing with it like we deal with all distant tragic events & news items…like how we would the Laci Peterson … ok bad example.”
KB: “You’re so wrong, you know that?”
Moi: “Not news to either of us.”
KB: “So how do you really feel?”
Moi: “I dunno. Shocked. Empty. Surreal. Detached. ”
KB: “I wanna cigarette.”
* * *
KB: “Seriously though…”
Moi: “Yeah. He was a really good guy. I’ll miss him”
KB:”Me too. We weren’t that close, but he was always this amazing ray of sunshine and joy.”
Moi: “Good hugs too.”
KB:”Yeah. I could use one now too.”
Moi: “Yeah. I think we all could. ”
*sigh*
I’ll miss you Itzolin.
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