He was the light of our lives.

Very popular in school.

Handled things with grace and humor.

He had a wisdom that was intimidating.

He had the looks of a model and the personality

of a Saturday Night Live character.

Early that morning he left a party and drove

his Plymouth to wooded area.

Then he took a 12 gauge shotgun.

Placed the barrel under his chin and

squeesed the trigger.

He wondered if he killed himself, who would care

then he broke down in tears.

He walked into a pawnshop nearby his home and

purchased the instrument of his death.