Went up there today.
Listened to a lot of fighting between sister and mother.
Played with babies.
Visited Justin's grave and looked through his old stuff.
Listened to a recording of his voice.
Cried a lot.

What the fuck man.
I talked to my sister at the grave site, realizing that someday we were going to end up in a place like that.

Funnily enough, of all places
seems that Justin's funeral/wake was in Ridgewood?

I need to get my bike fixed again. Fucking brake cables.