Dear Shoe-Throwing Copycat Guy

Dear Shoe-Throwing Copycat Guy: You totally did it wrong. You wasted time yelling, giving The Man a chance to take you down. You gotta just fucking do what you gotta do and save the yelling for after it's done. Throw your damn shoe and THEN yell. Better yet, since you would have gotten taken down mid-rant, it probably would have been best to throw your shoe while yelling "THIS IS SPARTA!" But you didn't do that. You waffled and got your ass kicked before you could hurtle your footware in the intended direction. You fail.

My dear Celina,
It's been seven months since you left us. I still haven't forgotten about that day. I remember standing outside in Whippany, closing my cell phone and feeling the hollowness knock against my ribs.It was cold that day but that wasn't why the numbness began spreading through my body. From the inside out. I get a chill every time I remember that moment.
That's not what I want to remember, so I try not to. I have that picture of you and Jess at the lake taped next to my computer. When I see it, every single time I remember those summers when we wold all hang out at the hose and yo would come over with Jess. I remember the time you forgot your phone and let yourself in the window when Cass and I were asleep. And we didn't even notice until you were leaving. I remember refusing to let you drink with us. I remember when you finally shook me down and I gave in. I remember listening to your Rilo Kiley CD in Jess's car. And I miss ya, little sis. We all do. We all will. From now until the end.
Rest in Paradise, Celi Marie.

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