About a year after high school ended, a guy I knew, who was a year younger than me, died in a fight in front of Steak & Shake. The guy punched him once, in the temple, and he never regained conciousness.

It hit me again today that he's not alive. I wasn't great friends with him or anything, but it's very strange to have known someone, and then knowing that they aren't alive. He's not struggling in college like he should have been; he's not worrying about girls, or even homework. He's just not here.

How very sad.