Race...

One of my fiance's friends, and one of the two people other than my fiance in Las Vegas that I considered friends passed away over the weekend. I really wish I'd gotten a chance to know him better. It seems that I can't stand most of the people out here, and he was someone I actually got along with.

I'm uncertain as to what to write, as I'm not a very emotional person it's very hard for me to put feelings into words. All I really know is that I'm much more saddened by this loss than I thought I would be. I'm very good at being the strong person in situations like this, to some extent too good as many see me as heartless, but despite my outward appearances I am often a sea of confusion on the inside at times like this... partially because I ignore my feelings so much that when something does get to me I don't very well understand it... but enough about that, this wasn't meant to be about me.

Race, aside from having what is probably the coolest name I've ever heard, was a very kind person. From what I've heard no one had a problem with him, and he didn't seem to have any ill feelings toward anyone. I really wish Kia and I would have had a chance to invite him over to my apartment to hang out, I know I could have used the company... I know everyone that knew him, probably all better than I, will miss him. I feel I barely knew the guy and I'm kicking myself for not having spent more time with him when I had the chance. Sin City seems just a little more lonely for me now.