A tragic accident by any standards,
He knew what the dangers were, and we told him not to go, but he wasn't having any of it. Always the performer, always the need to be the centre of attention, underneath the spotlight, the smell of grease paint. This time though there were consequences.
He'd obviously been drinking.
I wonder if the fez would fit.
Fezs are cool.
I wonder if it would make me popular.
