....and keith was on the floor. he had cut himself in as many places as he could. the loss of blood was rapid. he couldn't cut himself anymore. he knew and so beautifully wished he would bleed to death and it really made him feel good. funny, it made him feel good. bobby, get down here, keith's mum is yelling i think keith is dying call 911 bobby is old, probably in his early sixties...never thought keith would make it.. he believed keith was the number one loser among his son of course the ambulance and the cops came and keith is dead this was 20 years ago " we are gathered here, for this beautiful ceremony for the wake of our dear good friend bobby" a pastor announces if it had been 20 years ago , i would have been drunk somewhere and not be here keith was my friend but its astonishing how much things changes in 20 years now i was pretty much a soccer dad keith was my best friend and i knew or so i believed bobby had as much hands in keith's death as much as his drugs use was every body were celebrating bobbys life and i didnt feel like being the odd one out i left my daughters are playing their arch rivals tonight