So, I thought I'd write my thoughts out. Lord, y thoughts are getting the best of me. I just read one of Jev's notes on Facebook. He wrote it when he was coming off a high. He was talking about how alone he was and how he had no friends, at that I broke into tears at my register at work. At the very end of the note, he said how he coulda killed someone that night and then he said how he coulda killed himself... I don't think Jev knew how many people cared about him.. hell, I loved him like my big brother. I remember all those nights we stayed up talking and crying and laughing. I won't ever forget him. I never really thanked him for all his help. But I know he knew it meant a lot. It meant a lot that he called me his little brother. Thanks for listening God!