Anthem of Our Dying Day

I've seen movies with a general driving to the door of a spouse of a soldier. I've always thought how horrible of a feeling that must be. It is horrible. I got a knock at the door at an unexpected hour from an unexpected person on Friday. Apparently, an old friend that I haven't seen in quite a while was involved in a tragic accident on Thursday. He used to live next to me in the old apartment at Preston Place. I remember Brian for being loud, wild, full of life, and very funny. This weekend was a total disaster. I had plans on going back to Huntsville to spend the weekend with Daniel because it was his birthday, and then this happened. I left my phone in T-town to boot, and it was just an all around tough time to go through. Brian was a good guy, and I miss him. He leaves behind a wife and a child, and he also left behind a somber friend. I dedicate this entry to him. From up here, the city lights burn like a thousand miles of fire, and I'm here to sing this anthem of our dying day.