“Who doesn’t have anger inside of him?”

The Fiak family finally decided to carve that quote on the grave marker. They paired it with a laser-inscribed picture of Jose’s motorcycle and a tearful rose.

He was calm on the outside and friendly to all. He always wore button down shirts and neat, black pants. His room was organized with two bibles and two combs on the dresser. He was widely recognized as one of the county’s brightest young dirt shovelers.

But he felt too much. He always took everything too personal. The stars were too bright for Jose. Humanity’s stench was too strong. A man can only put up so many baby animal posters. And even they aren’t strong enough to hold back the lies.

Jose was twenty three when, emotionally distraught, overtired, and alone, he rode his motorcycle directly into the sun.

So, now, for Jose, enjoy this guitar solo.

Chris Weagel

Chris Weagel writes about the intersection of technology and parenting for Wired Magazine. No he doesn't. He can't stand that shit.

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