Royce ran an errand for me yesterday, while I was sleeping.
He pulled up to 44th Street, on Indian School, going west. He was the first car in the far left lane. He glanced over at the car next to him in the middle lane. Light changed. Completely green. They both go forward, the other guy a little faster. Maybe 2 seconds faster. Maybe one. When they reach the middle of the intersection an Escalade blows the light at about 70, T-bones the other guy, who is just a little further in the intersection than Royce. Royce watches the whole thing happen. Just some guy probably going to lunch. He was killed instantly. Pulled out of the car and put in a bag.

That was less than a second away from being my Royce.

My day could have been so different. My week. My month. My whole life.
My kids lives.

My bills don't seem so overwhelming. My life doesn't seem so bad. My recent arguments and fights and state of mind seem alot stupider. So insignificant. Work doesn't suck so bad tonight. Its better than calling off cause I have to visit the morgue.

Just puts things in perspective.

Love you Roycie.

He bought a lottery ticket yesterday.