RIP Lucas Keye

Yesterday I found out that my friend Lucas overdosed and died. I don't really know what to say. I'm still sort of in shock.

I've known Lucas since I was in seventh grade, and I always kind of looked up to him because he was such a badass. I'm glad I got to tell him that before he died. I'm glad that I got to tell him a lot of things before he died.

The reality of it has barely started to set in. I don't know what to do now. What now? I guess I just keep on doing my day to day thing. But... I don't know. I've never had someone my age that I knew this well die. I don't know how to deal with it yet.

I just can't believe he's really gone. Death is so permanent. I don't get to say goodbye, I don't get to drink anymore 40's with him, I don't get to hear him sing metal songs in the car anymore. How can this have happened?? Why did this have to happen? It could have been any of my friends. It could have been me.

I don't know. The only thing I can say is that Lucas was a fucking badass. I always looked up to him because he expressed himself so freely with no regrets. He was who he was, and if anyone didn't like that he didn't give a fuck. And that's how I'm going to remember Lucas. And every time I hear N.W.A. or John Lennon, or George Harrison, or T.S.O.L. I'm going to think of him. So many things are going to remind me of him. I just want him to be alive again. I don't want to believe he's dead.

I miss you Lucas, and I'm sorry.