And in other news...

Michael Williams died yesterday.
He was only 31. They say he went out for dinner Thursday night and never made it home. He just collapsed. While I did not know him very well, it was sill a shock to hear one of my customers(?) was dead. He ordered a lot, so I delivered to his cube a bunch even though he was usually absent. Even just last week or so, I commented to him how he was 'livin the life!', you know sorta 'what's the secret max' sorta thing. He seemed pleased and agreed that he was. Crazy, now he's dead. Going up to the second floor was sadd, people were upset and crying, one girl was packing his stuff up in boxes, his boss left work early. seen it before. i feel like this kind of thing happens more and more as we grow older. but its not like music or movies, it doesnt get old. when i first heard about it, honestly, i was like, ugh guess today's gonna be a headache. and it was for a good part of the day. it makes you think about death and our life and josh and steve. max. this time though, i thought to myself, well at least if i were to go tomorrow, im feelin ok with who i am and what im doing these days. sorta. more than any other time i think. there's always that ap honors biology class that keeps me down.
but i'd rather die at full speed than live at half. or with my brakes on all the time.
after work, i went out and surfed the streets. by the time i got to sleep i had boughten, yep boughten i said it, a tom petty album and came up with some good words for a new idea for a song i recorded two nights ago. i'm taking my time with number 5.