so sad

I can't describe my sadness. Here is an mp3 I found of Sue singing and playing guitar. And I tried to sleep a bit, to rest my mind, but I was flooded with memories, so many memories, her voice, the way she talked, her handwriting, her mother's house, how I would pick her up in the morning on my drive to school and we would stop at the 7-11 to buy coffee and cigarettes...how we would cut school on nice days and drive to the state park and get high in a meadow and lie in the sun. And how she went on a health food kick and got us all going and we were all rabid vegetarians for a while. And how she and Ron lived at the swim club that summer and we would have late-night parties and the police would come and chase us away.