Of all the people in all the world, I never thought he'd be the first of us lost.

Earlier today, while I was on my lunch hour, I wound up checking facebook and found out that a friend very dear to both JB and myself had died earlier this week. He'd been over in Japan for six months, but we still both managed to talk to him whenever we had the chance.

I sometimes joked that he was going to die of cirrhosis before he was thirty. I think I would have preferred that sort of sentence. At least then, we would have seen it coming. Instead, he died with a less than standard amount of alcohol in his system. I think the only reason I'm not as torn up about this as I could be is because I know he was doing something he loved -- living.

He'll be greatly missed and never forgotten.

Rest in Peace, B.