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Next time I sound so much like Alanis, you have full permission to slap me. I started this new ‘n’ shiny weblog with the intention of it being free of the usual self-pitying drivel one finds in 99% of blogs these days (and so it always was and shall be, until the Goths dance their slow, comical dances under the dying sun, Amen).
So.
Someone I’ve known since they were 12 years old was killed in a car crash on Monday night. Just swerved into the front of a lorry, died instantly. He was 19.
I’m 26, I am cheerfully developing wrinkles and I’ve nothing to complain about.