Best Friend

Unfortunately I always seem to be blogging about something sad, today is no different. My best friend died on Friday night.
Phil Jarrold was the first friend I made when my family moved to Woodbridge, my hometown. He was the most charismatic, intelligent, talented person I knew and we did everything together. We had our first cigarette when we were 12, we had our first drink around the same time. Me, Phil and Lee were inseparable and raised hell at school to the point we were put into different classes. This happened after we locked a teacher in the supply cupboard, I guess we were 12 at the time.
We went through high school together too. One day I was walking to school, late as usual, and I saw Phil at the bottom of the road sitting under a tree smoking  a spliff, I sat next to him and asked what he was doing.
"Fuckun Freddy Mercury died last night, I'm taking the fuckun day off man" and that was Phil, he didn't conform, he was so passionate about things. He had the potential to be a professional guitarist and more. Unfortunately his need to get shit faced took over and he soon became dependent on alcohol and benzos.
I don't know how he died, all I know is that I will miss him with every fiber of my body. Out of my group of close friends 5 are dead and all before the age of 35.
I love you Phil and you'll always be alive in my memories and in my heart.
A true legend, rest in peace Brother, god bless.