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I Used to Call Him Jesus Mike

He looked like Jesus, and he was passed out on the couch at a party that I took him to. Whose Jesus is here? That was what I remember, because all the guys had long hair and a beard. He slept for most of the party, but remembered the part he was awake for. Said he had a good time. That was my first memory of him. I learned he died on myspace today. A common friend wrote back and said:

Hey Dave,
Yeah, Michael was in a car accident early in the morning on Oct 29. His car drifted into the right railing and bounced across to the concrete median on 670 in Columbus [OH]. His car was the the only one involved and I guess it was just one of those things.


I also learned that one of my friend's mother had just passed from cancer today. She was alive long enough to see him get engaged, get married, and have a son in one year. All the important matters were attended, she just won't be able to see how it all ends.
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