Remembering! ...already, my cousin Scott

[sincere]

Well, it's finally happened. My idiot cousin, Scott, went and did it. We all tried to rein him in, to tell him, you know, Scott, maybe hanging out with drunks and druggies and then partying all night and driving around like a lunatic with them until dawn isn't the way to go. He used to listen, when we told him those things. Or anything. He didn't really have any opinions until I moved away to college; he was four years younger than me, and did anything I said, hoping to impress me. He went to SUNY Albany because I went there.

We all tried to tell him. I knew, when he didn't listen, that he'd get in trouble.

I just thought he'd have a chance to learn from it.

The funeral is Sunday.

Sorry for the depressing post.

He was scared of butterflies, when we were kids, and there are pictures of him dressing up in our grandmother's clothes with me and my sisters.

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