Feels weird waking from my benzo coma in the morning, having a fag and a shower and getting immersed in the routine and at some point realising something's just not the same anymore.
As others have said, if I can feel that about a guy I never really met but just talked to on a drugs forum (and for a relatively brief period too) then it shows what an impact and influence he had. Plus it's a reminder of just how huge the loss must be for those closest to him.
Got on the verge of getting tearful again, but managed to hold back.
So life does indeed go on. I'm sure an hour down the line I'll be getting pissed off with the commute, musing about the weekend, about scoring drugs, beer, metaphysics, checking out women's arses and fantasising about tying them up; the usual.
Still, at some point, or more likely several, I'll think about Dave. As we probably all will.
Life goes on indeed. Good mornng and stay safe, everybody.