I found out this morning that my friend's son Justin was killed yesterday.  I remember when he was learning how to ride a skateboard, and throwing firecrackers in the culvert by the pond out back.  He was a beautiful boy.  Troubled, but had turned his life around and moving forward on a productive path.

He'd just gotten his mechanics diploma on the 18th, and signed into his myspace page just hours before he died.  He loved cars.  Building them, racing them, pimping them.  He had a big thing for the rap subculture. He loved his friends, and was one of the most loyal kids I've ever known.  He was a big ol' momma's boy...and his mother just doted on him.  Thought the sun rose and set on that boy. 

He was a smart ass, but he was charming and bright and just starting his life.

It's just tragic.