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vixalicious) wrote2003-08-26 06:25 pm
vixalicious) wrote2003-08-26 06:25 pm
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Mortality
I had to travel today. It always makes me nervous to fly on my birthday; it seems like tempting fate or something. I imagine future generations staring at my tombstone and noting that the start and end dates are the same. Morbid, I know. I suppose I shouldn't think about it. The woman who read my palm a few years ago said I would live to be 85, so I guess I'm safe.
In a continuing theme, my roommate called me to give me some sad news while I was in the taxi to my hotel. There is a building about a mile from my house that we always refer to as The Crack House, because, well, we're pretty sure that's what it is. It's on the edge of a dodgy neighborhood, and is very run-down. Despite the fact that it has no electricity, people are lined up outside of it day and night. Scott called to let me know that Moya, a girl who had worked in the leasing office of our apartment, and her boyfriend, the son of the woman who manages our apartment complex, had been found there, shot to death. I feel sad for her family, and for Tina, his mom. I didn't know Moya extremely well, and I think I met her boyfriend once, but she was a sweet girl who always said hello and wanted to know where I'd been lately, and I've never known anyone who was murdered. I hope she wasn't scared, I hope it was quick, that death came easily to her.
If it comes easy to any of us.
In a continuing theme, my roommate called me to give me some sad news while I was in the taxi to my hotel. There is a building about a mile from my house that we always refer to as The Crack House, because, well, we're pretty sure that's what it is. It's on the edge of a dodgy neighborhood, and is very run-down. Despite the fact that it has no electricity, people are lined up outside of it day and night. Scott called to let me know that Moya, a girl who had worked in the leasing office of our apartment, and her boyfriend, the son of the woman who manages our apartment complex, had been found there, shot to death. I feel sad for her family, and for Tina, his mom. I didn't know Moya extremely well, and I think I met her boyfriend once, but she was a sweet girl who always said hello and wanted to know where I'd been lately, and I've never known anyone who was murdered. I hope she wasn't scared, I hope it was quick, that death came easily to her.
If it comes easy to any of us.