No jaws of life .
No angels in the wing.
Damn,, it’s Dustin’s birthday.
50 years old, and your son dies..
Just like that,just like that,just like that.
And I lie in bed and think
“somebody kill me, somebody make this bullshit just stop“
Then someone dies, but not me .. not me .
Never me.
(sad)
Super fucking sad!
I mean,the guy gets on my nerves,and part of me hates him..but to have his son die on his birthday?
Fuck.
(life is not promised)
No…it’s not.
Sad
Rest in peace,I suppose.
(or the soul shot off into space,and is in the ether until it decides to latch on to another body)
No one knows…
No one knows..
Maybe nothing, maybe lights out..
(maybe)
Death in auto crash.
Driving a Camero.
Bad weather,bad roads.
The Jaws couldn’t save him..
Jesus Christ man!
Death.
Death death death ☠️☠️💀☠️💀☠️💀☠️💀☠️💀💀💀💀💀💀☠️💀
dawn 