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Yesterday in the walmart parking lot I sat in my sisters backseat waiting on my mom to come out of the store. I started staring at the sky and a black crow appeared. Moments later the one turned into more than 10 on and around the car. Perched and some fighting over food thrown into the next parking space. I couldn’t help but think, “black birds mean death.”
Hours and many errands later and I’ve forgotten about the birds and my momentary fixation on them vanished.
2:41am I’m awakened by my nocturnal brorhers and so I decide to reach for my new phone that I hade just gotten after leaving that walmart parking lot. Go to twitter which I haven’t been able to check in weeks and…
My ambiguous natured free spirited loving all living friend who I had met fredhman year and recently became closer to last semester.
The crazy thing is that I texted him as soon as I heard. Iut of disbelief I guess and the fact that he was completely capable of a hoax to teach a lesson or something.
My heart is racing as I lay here and write this.
He was four days fresh from home an d back in our college town. He tweeted 23 hours ago. The text messages say he died of a heart attack in his sleep. His tweets are him sarcastically alluding to him being in a car accident due to his self proclaimed poor eyesight and having to be the driver as he heads bacj to our colkege town. My stomach hurts.
I always dismiss superstition on my secobd thoughts. I saw those black birds. I didn’t think they could be for anybody. I didn’t think hard enough.
I hope he’s at his peace and sees the visions he had for mankind where he is now. He has an eternal seat to see what happens next. Knowing him I know he’s fascinated at himself right now.
Keep being a visionary Keenan. I know they’ll all hear you now. Love to a unique soul.