So, last night I had a strange dream.
I had a handgun. It was loaded.
I was outside my girlfriend's apartment and I had this gun with no idea how to unload it. I didn't want there to be bullets in the gun, so I tried thinking of ways to shoot off the gun without the cops being called out for gunshots being fired. I tried shooting it at the ground at point blank range. It didn't work.
Heather took the gun and I was so scared that she wasn't going to know there were bullets and hurt herself.
Then, I woke up and I had a disturbing text message from Brian.
Turns out Christy's (Brian's fiance) brother commited suicide last night. He shot himself. (although now, I'm hearing it could have been an accident)
I haven't been able to shake it today. It's terrible.
He was 23 years old. His girlfriend was in the other room. He died in the hospital a while later. His parents were present when he passed.
I can't imagine.
Please keep the Wilsons in your prayers:
Owen Wilson's family
and
Nathan Wilson's family.
Tuesday, September 4, 2007
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