Yesterday was beautiful. Saw people I haven’t seen in years giving their respect to one of Los Angeles fallen stars. A funeral seems to be the only for sure way to bring everyone together, and that’s just sad. I was talking with someone last night, and they told me to get used to this stuff. We’re now at the age where you basically do 4 things; babies, birthdays, marriages, and funerals. Totally bummed me out, but I know he’s right. It’s all part of life, but still. I like my pretend bubble that nothing ever is going to happen to me or the people I care about. Rest In Peace Pepper.