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Kouri
I don't remember when I got the call. Ryan, her roommate, he never called me. He was always there living in her shadow.
We used to drink at Joes on Vassar. We'd hang out at club Thursday nights and then drop by Insomnia Coffeehouse afterwards. Or we'd go by Geckos and have the best Reuben sandwich in town. She'd drink Smithwicks, and I'd drink... cheaply.
Later, we'd come to hangout at the press club. Getting membership was dead easy; they wouldn't even bother taking your pulse as long as you paid the fee up front. But then I stopped smoking and the manager was a shithead and slowly we drifted apart: me trying to pursue a better life and her, locked in her anxiety and depression.
So I knew why Ryan was calling. I wasn't terribly surprised. He'd tried giving her CPR the entire time he waited for the EMTs to arrive but the hole in her gut had been leaking poison for far too long.
This morning I came across the notice of her memorial, buried in a stack of post cards. And I wonder if I could've been a better friend.
We used to drink at Joes on Vassar. We'd hang out at club Thursday nights and then drop by Insomnia Coffeehouse afterwards. Or we'd go by Geckos and have the best Reuben sandwich in town. She'd drink Smithwicks, and I'd drink... cheaply.
Later, we'd come to hangout at the press club. Getting membership was dead easy; they wouldn't even bother taking your pulse as long as you paid the fee up front. But then I stopped smoking and the manager was a shithead and slowly we drifted apart: me trying to pursue a better life and her, locked in her anxiety and depression.
So I knew why Ryan was calling. I wasn't terribly surprised. He'd tried giving her CPR the entire time he waited for the EMTs to arrive but the hole in her gut had been leaking poison for far too long.
This morning I came across the notice of her memorial, buried in a stack of post cards. And I wonder if I could've been a better friend.