Turns out that I'd gotten bad info. He still accidentally got shot by his dad, but he was coming home late and his dad (former Chicago cop) got spooked and shot. Either way.

After that, I realized some other things about some people. It seems that the people I don't spend enough time with die, and the people I ditch them for are just lying, phony, sacks of **** that were never good friends in the first place.

I am beyond over this day. **** it all.

Not depressed, just ****ing pissed at my own stupidity. I need to go riding.