Today is the fourth anniversary of my brother's death from drunk driving. I can say without a shadow of a doubt that losing someone that close to you never fades, not even four years afterwards. At this point, memories of my brother's addiction to alcohol and drugs have faded, leaving only the good memories of growing up with him and the kind of guy he was when he was sober. He was a top notch guy, always ready and willing to jump in and help someone out, always the guy at the class reunions going amongst the cliques and trying to draw them together. He loved his daughter, loved Star Wars and Lord of the Rings, lived for Renaissance Festivals, and had so much potential to make something of his music and intelligence.

Unfortunately, it's all too easy for any person, no matter their potential, to fall into addiction to drugs and alcohol. If there's one message I want the world to hear it's that the consequences of addictions are too numerous and life-damaging to name. Don't drive drunk. Even if you think you can make it home, don't take that chance and risk making your family mourn for you for the rest of their lives. It's not worth it.



I've been pretty distracted on the writing front by some old rp logs between Selfish-Eden and me. It was back when we first started rping together, and we kinda sucked, so I'm rewriting all the posts. Why? Because it's an original plot I envisioned for a fantasy novel. Seeing as how I have nothing better to inspire me at the moment, I figured what the Hell.