It was one of the guys I work with -- the guy who will be my best man, in fact. As I muted the TV, I thought about how I'd answer him when he asked what I was doing. What's funnier that listening to William Shatner singing about how we're going to die?
I didn't get my chance to make a joke.
He called to tell me that one of his good friends had been killed in a wreck.
What the fuck kind of timing is that?
If we're not living life with the knowledge that it's fleeting, we better start. I know that I'm only satisfied with parts of my life. It's time to work on the rest. Please do the same. Tomorrow is not guaranteed.