My friend Jarrod died last night in jail. They don't know how yet. Or haven't told anyone. They said he went to sleep last night and didn't wake up this morning. How sad that I am not going to see my friend again and how sad that I won't be able to get a return letter from him. I feel for his family and loved ones. He was a good fiend and a wonderful person. Noone is perfect and he knew he wasn't. He also knew that noone else was either. He was so hard on himself and always wondered why things had to be so hard. Now that he is gone I wonder why a guy like that had to live a hard life and why the path he chose had to be the wrong one. I want all my friends to stay close to me and keep me close. I don't want to lose anymore.
