"Alice was a nice girl. She genuinely cared about people around her. She cared for those people so much she forgot to leave herself some care."
This was the day Alice died. No she didn't kill herself. It was a drunk driving accident. She was hit by a truck. Now I'm sitting outside of a church listening to sappy stories about Alice. Nobody knew Alice like me, Mack, Duke, or Red. But we don't get speeches. We don't even a invitation. We get sadness and despair without the closure of family and friends of Alice. Alice doesn't even like her family. We were her family the one she loved the one she cared about. Not those jerkoffs in the church. Us we were there for her. Where were they?
