Ghost 5

Yeah, funny, you should ask that. No,?we weren’t always that close. I think maybe that came with time. I mean, yeah, we were close in age, only two years apart, but he always had his friends and I had mine, you know. I guess we spent some time together n high school. We lived a block away from the school. Leave for class at the first bell kind of thing. So most days we would go home for lunch. A five minute walk, good food, and since our parents were gone we could play the stereo as loud as we wAnted. And we would play it loud. Till our phone starting ringing and Ms. Ivetdon who lived across the lane and weirdly was always home for lunch too, would very politely ask if we could be so kind as to turn our FUCKING stereo. Down. Which we did. Some days. He was a crazy beast if a man before he died. I mean you see him in the gym and he’s throwing around these hernia inducing amount of weights like he’s the rfuckung terminator or something, barely breaking a sweat. And Urmi fast. Just so crazy fast between the diagnosis and when he died. Like it had been hurdling aling through his blood at 100!miles an hour for years and years and then picks this time,this year for what ever reason to crash, and burst into flaming fireball that travelled through his whole body, inextinguishable, ever/present, turning his bones to soot. I held his hand. All the tubes pumping into him and pumping out of him. The rhythmic thrush, thrush, thrush of the machine thathelped him breath.