I just found out that one of my oldest friends is dead from an apparent OD. This guy was one of my best friends in high school - we were in our first real band together, I got drunk for the first time with him, we used to scam girls together, the whole nine. People used to think we were brothers because we were the two kind of scary kids in HS with the long hair, leather jackets, ripped jeans, and band t-shirts. We were good friends well into our 20s, and, though we haven't been as close in recent years, he was always that kind of PITA brother to me. He could be infuriating and frustrating, but he could also be kind, and the moment we got back together it was like nothing had changed. He was also incredibly creative, probably in the top five guitarists I've ever met, and brilliant. It always bothered me that he let all that languish and never put it to use.
Goddammit, Brian, all that fucking "We Die Young" bullshit was just shit we talked when we were idiot future rock stars. The rest of us grew out of it. Why didn't you?