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 aprty 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. "He hated guns"one clue to darker state of mind. Beneath a shining grace,a secret anguish
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