Kevin was always fighting with Adrien.
HE’s got a junkie’s heart, but only for love.
Always something.
Always tying his horse to bad investments, always attracted to the wrong under current.
This one is tough, tough but real but and happening in realtime.
He hit me up on Friday,
” yo man, me and Andries are splitting up, lets shoot dudes”
SO we did, we played Call of Duty and fucked off and he unloaded his relationship stuff.
“I can’t fight with her anymore, we had a knock down fight and she’s at a hotel for the weekend”
My first thought was (she’s found another man), he’s in the hotel room with her while we’re playing video games..
She texted on Sunday, things were looking optimistic, then she texts him again today around noon…
“I’m feeling a bit anxious, can you bring me some weed?”
3 hours later he arrives at the hotel ,with weed, ready to go patch things up….
She was dead.
Alcohol poisoning.
Drank herself to death.
The paramedics were taking out her body,,
He called me this evening balling,, I thought he was about to ask for an airline ticket.
“She’s dead, Adrien is dead”
He was balling out and I would too, he was recalling our more hardcore days
“We were pirates, nothing we did killed us and she went and did this”
Fucked up part is, and I know him so I know his point of view. I’ll know he blames himself, and he asked me why he attracts self destructive.
Because you had a shitty childhood man, you pick the wrong ones because you subconciously are drawn to it.
Not every day, not every day you see the pattern play out.
Out here thinking we’re just burning another day.
Nope, not for her.
I also never drank like THAT.
I never went so hard over the line that I feared death, not quite,,, and sadness.
Sadness for my friend.
He’s a survivor, no doubt,but god damn what an assault on the feels. A phone call from your friend, saying his woman is dead..
God damn man,,
The days are numbered, but that was a preventable death, a vehicle in the opposite lane is not a preventable death, hers was. Fuck your rockstar shit, fuck your artist garb, fuck whatever you think is cool about your identity.
Death.
The wages of sin are Death.
You best watch your demons, if you have them like that. You better know when to quit. You’ll be dead too.
You better fuckin know when it’s time to stop.
You better,
Jesus Christ Kevin,
I love ya dude and I can’t imagine what you’re thinking right now. Can’t be his fault, just the larger cycle playing out. Sometimes it hurts people near it, and some people are addicted to being near it. And she’s gone.
Rough.
I wrote it down and it helped, I hope he finds outlet for this one.
dawn 