I came into the office today to find that a guy I'd went to high school with (who also happens to be the son of a guy I work with) died over the weekend. I don't even want to type how he died because it sounds too horrific. It's no secret that I did not like the guy I went to high school with. Few of us did. He was abusive toward women and on one occasion hit me in the face with a beer bottle. He dated my friends and fathered the children of one of them. He was here in my office Friday but I avoided him. He sent me a friend request a few weeks ago but I left it in my inbox. I don't feel bad about any of that, maybe he changed after High School but he wasn't someone I was looking to have a friendship with. I wouldn't wish what happened to him on anyone though and I feel bad for his family. I hate thinking about death. It's so sudden. So strange. So urgent. I really want to go home and crawl back in bed with Matt.