This is actually the first time I'm really letting myself talk about this.

Out of everything I've done in the course of my rather semi-interesting existence thus far, and I've done some morally ambiguous things that are (incredibly) worthy of regret upon graduating high school, I admit. Things that if I ever sat down and spun the entire yarn to one person, one friend, I don't think they would ever look at me in the same way again really. I've done weird stuff and I've been upset and blah blah blah insert emo here i suppose. But I truly and fully only regret one thing.

I regret not visiting DJ before he died.

I find myself talking to him when no one else is around. While I'm driving to work, when I'm getting ready to go somewhere. I talk to him. I cry when I hear a song from a band that he recommended. Pink Floyd too, we watched the Wall together what seemed like a lifetime ago.

Why didn't we talk? Why did I leave, why did I leave and never speak to him again until it was too late?


And now I talk to him all the time. It's been how long? Six months now? And I talk to him.

This town reminds me of him.