Sam: Well, where is Michael tonight?
Charlie: Oh, he shot himself last May.
I kinda wish he'd left a note. You know what I mean?
the perks of being a wallflower
He had hundreds of them.
We blew them up, put them under car wheels,
tossed them off roofs.
He would sit at the bottom of a long set of stairs,
yelling up for me to SEND THEM DOWN!
So I would, throwing them down one at a time,
listening to the echoes as they bounced toward him.
"One day I'll lose them all,"
he used to joke.
Funny guy, he was.
I don't think anything was going to stop
what was going to happen,
but I wish I had told him I would miss him.