Too many

I went to a memorial service for a friend Monday night. He was only 30 years old.

Over 200 people showed up to the service. It kind of made me wonder: Who would show up to mine?

Just after the service, I got a call saying that another friend killed himself Monday morning. That makes 28 people I've known that have committed suicide. Every one of them did it when I wasn't anywhere near them, or able to help in any way. 

Many years ago, I had a prophetic dream. Those of you that know me pretty well know that I keep saying when I will die. I'll be 42 years old, living in a studio apartment in downtown Seattle. I'll have a heart attack, and die penniless and alone. I've always known this.

Well, it looks like I'm starting to make that prophecy come true.

Today, I put down a deposit for a studio downtown. I will be moving in next month. I'm glad to be finally out of West Seattle. There are too many people there that seem to make it their personal goal to mess with my sanity. Plus, I'll be glad to NOT have a 45 minute bus ride to get to work every day.