Where has the time gone? It's September already and it feels like spring was only yesterday.
Birth: 20 Aug 1971 State Where Number was Issued: New Jersey Death: 29 Nov 2003
I was whiling away the hours on Friday afternoon I decided to search once again for Rico on the internet. Now this was a shock. I've been acquainted with peers who have died, this guy Chris at the Kean College Independent who was run over by a car in Florida over summer break and this girl Audrey who had a horrible car accident before graduation in 1989. But I only knew Chris because he was the Arts and Entertainment editor when I was just a cartoon contributor and Audrey was this creepy pale chick who drove a white Mustang with one of those airbrushed fake plates that said "Local Motion". A face in the crowd and a brief acquaintance.
Yet I knew Rico since first grade and we were best friends. He was the most normal of the other guys I hung around, Calvin Schnatz the Hitler Youth who always talked about wanting to fuck Prinecss Leia and Vittorio Graziano who was dubbed "Power Dog" by Calvin. I last spoke with him at the end of 4th grade when he moved to Watchung and never heard from him again. Life goes on.
Sometime in 1991 I ran into him over at Union County College. I was being friendly but he was a complete dick so I condemned him in my head. Now I find out that he's been dead for four years and I don't know what to think. My first best friend is gone. Heck I don't even know what happened.
I started writing what I was writing and stopped halfway through. Understand I didn't stop because I suddenly realized that I was an idiot, I stopped because I couldn't think of how to phrase things. That's when it dawned upon me that I was being absolutely insane.
What struck me about this revelation and musing on the situation is the fact that I was able to find a silver lining.
