And you guys don’t need to know who he was. 

But I’ve been thinking about his friends a lot, since I heard. 

And I hope they never get angry. 

You know, because how it really works, is you’re in shock. Then you’re sad. And then you’re angry. 

And it’s not like I don’t think these kids have a right to be angry. I don’t want them to be angry, because the anger never goes away. It never gets better. 

You can teach yourself to accept it. And you can teach yourself to get up in the morning, to laugh at things again, to have fun again. 

But you can never teach yourself to not be angry. 

That’s the worst part. 

You spend the rest of your life carrying this anger. And you really don’t have anything solid to be angry at. Are you mad at God? Are you mad at fate? Are you mad at some flawed person? You’ll never figure it out. You’ll never know exactly who you’re mad at. 

So I just don’t want these kids to be angry. Because they’re young, and they have long lives ahead of them, and that’s too long to carry around that much anger. 

I hope they’re still at that stage of life where you can forgive people for unspeakable things.