this is the continuance of the poem,


12:00 pm Feb 29, Friday
Just getting dressed for another day of smoking weed
My brother and I go ball at the courts to kill my hangover
I stay out all day as usual until the evening
When I go home and call Josh, Weird, no answer

10:20 pm
I go next door to my neighbors to see what's going on for the night
As soon as I walk in I see Austin on the phone, he says "He just walked in"
I notice everyone is sitting down quietly, odd, usually upbeat cats
I'm surprised, it's not my house and I'm getting phone calls

10:22 pm
I talk to Jessica on the phone, "what's up girl?"
She isn't her playful self neither, what's going on?
She asks me if I watched the news or read the newspaper today
No, I don't waste my time on that shit, comics & crosswords

10:23 pm
I sense sadness as she strains her voice
I notice she chokes back tears and tries to talk
In a burst of sorrow she releases her tears
Trying to regroup her self she unfolds the whole story

10:25 pm
Yesterday Josh went over to our friend Steven's
They drank a beer a piece as Steven ran out
Thirsty and looking to get drunk they wanted more
No cash in hand they decided to grab n go

Getting into his Ford Ranger Josh flicked his wipers on
Liquor store closes in ten minutes so gotta hurry
speeding down 23rd going 70+ in a 45 zone
Shit times running out then OH SHIT!!!! Hydroplaning

23rd and Lawrence Ave
A Ford Ranger is no match for a Utility Pole
Driver's side collides and Steve is ejected
By the time help arrives Josh is slipping and Steve is unconscious
On the way to the ER Josh is gone at 18

10:35 pm
I don't believe her at first, No fuckin way!
He's fuckin moshin to Pantera right now
He's gonna party with me later, we'll get some women
NO, NO, NO, NO!!! Fuck that I feel the sickness in my stomach

All the questions arise, why, Why , WHY!!!
Why someone who is so loved have to die?
Everyone asks if I'm alright, Do I look like I'm fuckin alright?
I go home and straight upstairs to my room

Cry, that's all I do, cry over guilt, fuckin guilt
I shouldn't of bought those forties
People say it's not my fault. If I hadn't bought that he would still be here
But that's what we always do, drink, drink some more

Drink and drive, how was I to know that the inevitable would happen?
That I would lose my best friend that way, the way I lost my cousin Chad
You know the worst fuckin thing is I never learned my lesson from this until I quit drinking
I love you Josh, Rest in Peace bro