yesterdays_news sabbie today i lay in bed feeling groady, and then my phone rang. it was an old friend of mine, ess, who i havent spokent to in years. i would have been overjoyed, if it wasnt for the news he had. ess told me, in a quavering voice, that 'gie, another friend of mine from the same era, died yesterday. 'gie had been driving his motorcycle to work he was wiped out by a truck and killed. "its fucked. its just fucked' ess repeated over and over. hes going to idenitfy the body today. suddenly, someone i hadnt seen in years, the possibility over ever seeing him again has been taken away. last i saw of 'gie he had moved back to his home town. now i find he came back he got a motorbike got a job got a girlfriend and got killed. i told my housemate that 'gie was dead. he said "i heard on the radio yesterday that a truck had collided with a motorbike on some bridge. they had to close the bridge for three hours." i told him that was 'gie. i went looking on the net at the paper. there was no mention of the accident. no mention of the bridge closure. no mention of the death. no mention of 'gie. suddenly i dont feel as groady anymore. i might be ill, but 'gie is dead, and thats just harsh. ess is right. its fucked. 'gie had been living off a payout from when he was so badly beaten a few years ago. he wanted to be a piercer when he grew up, or a tattooist. i reshaved the sides of his head once, died bits of his remaining black hair pink, or blue. or purple. i cant remember anymore. suddenly that seems like a crime. he didnt deserve to die. but then who does? its a harsh thing. its fucked. 020516 what's it to you? who go blather from