Waking up is a routine.  Get out of bed, hit the head, chug water.  After that, attack the couch, take a few Excedrin, and watch Sportscenter.  I guess I should have expected the weirdest note I’ve seen to be waiting for me on the coffee table amidst the empty beer cans.  I would have loved to scan in a copy of the original document but with the help of many who read the letter, we were able to recite it verbatim weeks after it was written and put on display in the apartment.  Many will never forget this work of art.   Side note: If anyone that reads this has the original copy I will pay top dollar. 

    Dear Bro,

        You have been there through thick and thin.  I saw it. 

    Signed,
    Carlos R. ________III

Also included in the note in the upper right-hand corner was P.S. Tell my parents I love them, KIT.  (This is Carlos’s younger brother who was hours away whenever this was written)

    After processing what I had just read I immediately called Carlos.  He seemed frightened as I began to inquire about the note left on the table.  Carlos begins to tell me that he walked into a backroom of the apartment with a window that provided view of the back parking area.  There he claimed he saw none other than the grim reaper standing in the lot waiving at him.  From there he decided to say his goodbyes via a note, speed home, and lock himself in his room; where he still remained when I spoke to him that morning.  Who knows what really happened that night and time will never tell.  Sometimes drugs and alcohol can make one see things that really aren’t there (like giant penguins, or the whole ‘beer goggle’ dilemma).  My assumptions are that Carlos had a brush with death (possible but unlikely), smoked the not-so-happy grass (likely), or hit the crack pipe (most likely).  Did I forget to mention the note was written in blue crayon?