Time is wasting

Had a bit of a reality check this past weekend. An acquaintance from school recently passed away from a pretty long bout with cancer it seems. Now, I'm not going to go on & on about what a great guy he was or how I secretly always wanted to get to know him better. I hardly knew him really & I'm okay with that. I can recall vividly, however, a photograph that I have of him doing the "egyptian" in front of a chalkboard in junior high. For all I know he could have been a rotten bastard, but I always found him charming enough. He reminded me of my brother. Maybe that's why I can't stop thinking about him. It wasn't a crush. It was more of a respectful acknowledgement.

He was my age.

I'm 34.

I'm going outside.