Thank you for going down swinging.

   I just got home from Trenton Nelson’s candle lighting. He was murdered by some motherfucker named Sonny. I was in San Francisco when I got the call at 2:37 on the ninth of May, 2010 that Trenton was stabbed. It was raining, and for some reason my mom was awake, trying to keep herself occupied in the tiny room 17 floors from the ground. After a few minutes of utter shock and questioning, I went through an entire box of tissues with only my mother trying to make it better and only making it worse. Instantly all the memories ran through my head. 

    I met him when I was 14 or something. I had just moved to a new town, and had long black hair, wore nothing but black. Typical 14 year old. He broke up with his girlfriend who later I became very good friends with.. For me. We dated for about two weeks before we decided we were better friends. I had two classes with him, in which we never did our work. We sat there and drew each other pictures all day and came up with crazy inventions and gave each other random things we would find. And everything we found had a name.. Steven. We walked home together and played cops and robbers. Around campus, me and my friends would follow him and his friends and every time he turned to look at us we would stop and look away. 

    When it came time to graduate middle school, we were infatuated with each other again, and when we went to the 8th grade trip to Six Flags, we rode every ride together. He was the last person I’d expect to scream like a little girl on X. He was also the last person anyone would ever expect to die in a fight. He was such a scrapper. He was always doing crazy things, he could jump a fence faster than anyone I knew. He just grabbed on and flipped over. I remember, at Six Flags, my friend and I went to the bathroom and on our way out, we saw him standing under the store to some food place, and a bird had swooped down and attacked his head. He swore it was Brittany with her long ass nails. But when we came back out of the food place, the bird had done it again, this time getting caught. Probably the funniest thing I’ve ever seen. I have always told him it wanted to mate with him.. Their “feathers” very similar. And that was one of the last conversations him and I had. 

    I was just at his house the day before it all happened. I don’t know what urged me to go over there. I was sitting in the parking lot of the Library when I just decided I’d go over there. Maybe it was one of those acts god likes to perform. Man, if he’s real.. He must have really known how much I loved Trenton. I don’t know why anyone wouldn’t. 

     I spent all day at his house today, there was so many people at that candle lighting. On the way over there the light was beaming through the clouds. It made me cry. When I was little, I always thought those were coming down from heaven to make the world a prettier place. His birthday was the day after mine. But he was a year older than me. 

   He did tattoos, the last tattoo he did was on his younger brother, it said Family. And before he went, he got his mom a card for mother’s day, it had angels on it. It’s so strange that I started going over there again recently. His family was telling me I wasn’t the only one either. I like to think that god was planning this. Why else would he let all these people say goodbye? 

    I don’t know, I need to get some sleep. 

Women, and they’re complete incapability to drive a car.

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