My Friend Don't Won't Die

My friend didn't deserve to die. He was originally from Texas and when his family moved back to Texas, he chose to stay here to explore his independence. At his memorial I listened and watched as so many family and friends spoke about him. It was the first time in my life I've ever been so affected by something. My already bad drug addiction completely spiraled even deeper. The sonic has been reopened and a memorial has been erected in the sitting area. But just across the street next to a parking lot is a small memorial made by friends and family of not only him, but the other boy that died that night. His picture is framed by Mexican prayer candles, fake flowers and during