I noticed this sad handwritten letter stuck to the side of a building on Clarion Alley the other day. It reads:
My friend died last night. He was stabbed twice in the heart. He was dead before the abulence (sic) arrived. His name was Sol. He had an interview for admission to an art school today. he was talented. he was nice. He was selfless. he was tortured. He was loved. He loved. He had many friends. He is missed.
♥ friend of Sol #1