||[Mar. 19th, 2009|10:24 pm]
I have no idea how to say this... can't dress it up in pretty euphemisms.
So I'm sorry if this seems blunt, and sorry if this is how you're finding out.
Dave Morrison has died.
My friend of 20 years is dead. I'm torn half way between wanting to breakdown and cry, and wanting to slap him screaming "WHY!".
Louis called me this evening and told me. I don't really remember driving from my place until I got to Chiswick bridge and must of snapped out of the daze. Got to Louis' place Lee-Anne was there, we all seemed pretty spaced I guess. Called people, drank coffee... Lee-Anne and I drove back, I don't remember much of that either.
I checked my messenger archive and Monday night I was chatting with Dave, I asked if he was going to Invocation this Saturday, he said he'd see me there :-(