Wind-Inu

I met him at a juvenile detention center. Neither of us were kids, I learned he was about seven years older than me, but he had been there since he was young. I was only put in recently. I suppose the other jails had become so full that they had to start putting people somewhere. He was tall. Well, much taller than me. Heavy set but not fat, glasses, short brown hair, and a few piercings. We met out on the porch of the center, where I had gone to escape the more childish adults stealing my food. He caught my eye immediately, and we began talking. I learned his history almost like it was a flashback. His family were 'freedom fighters' for th

So, I had a dream last night that I logged into dA and have only like two notifications. So I was like 'Cool, I'll check those later.' And then I went back to dA after checking Facebook and had 509 Notifications.

Friday night, one of the people I work with died. His name was Max. I didn't find out until I got to the office Saturday morning. I had received a text around midnight, asking if I knew what had happened, but with no details other than that. So while everyone was hugging each other crying, I was still in shock. Max was the loudest person in the office every morning. You knew the moment he arrived. The silence Saturday morning was surreal. Looks were exchanged instead of words. Hugs spoke louder than a voice. The only sound were the ragged breaths and cries of an office full of love and sorrow. Max was one of those people that you couldn't h