A really good friend of mine passed away this past April. He was on
his way home from a club that a bunch of us friends were at, he never
did make it home. Him and another friend had car trouble, so they
parked on the side of the Dan Ryan waiting for help. When an off
duty police officer who was under the influence rammed into them;
killing them both . I had known him since grade school, and recently
reunited a couples years ago through MySpace. I’m left with the
crazy memories we had, especially the night before he passed away.
That night was the first time we actually hung out in a couple months,
since our schedules had always collided with each other. So for a
while I was left with guilt that I should have made the a point to get
together like he always did and I just brushed him off. I’ll never meet
anyone like him, he was so talented and part of the reason why I’m
eager to attend Columbia . I’m remind of everyday being in the City
and passing by spots where his name is tagged. Rip Fausto.
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