I found out today that I had known one of the men that died in the Loft Six shootings. I use to spend some weekends visiting my Aunt, years ago. We'd go to my cousin's baseball games and his friend JJ, who was also on the team, would pile in the car as well. After the game, every single time, he'd fall asleep and slump over onto my shoulder, drooling.
I'm not sure how I feel about this. I can't believe he's dead.
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