Today one friend of mine is resuscitate.
My friend is an old friend who i used to play in a band some years ago. (he’s a drummer… me i’m a… kinda guitarist…)
This early morning i receive a call from my mother:
“hi, … isn’t [name surname hided] the guy who you play guitar with?”
me: “sure… why?”
mom:“yesterday evening… there has been a car accident in [a place near my family-house], his car has crashed into a truck… he’s died.”
me:“holy fu**** god…” {1 minute without words}
…" ok… " .
I’ve spent all the daytime sure that he was died…i thought about the last time i’ve seen it, i’ve imaginated all the reaction of other friends… family… i’ve start to think about the funeral…"
In the afternoon i connected to the internet…i’ve open the page of my city newspaper…and the news was on the first page…then i’ve see a yellow car… but… wait… he has not a yellow car…"
i have start to read… there was a picture also.and… he’s not him!!! same name and same town but is not him!
you don’t know how i’ve feel at that moment…
I’ve call him immediatly and he hang up the phone:
me:“hello… are you alive?”
he"yes… but… wtf!!!"
me “ok… bye!”
lol
now i’m in a “very-strange-mood”
sorry for the time you waste reading this post… but i wanted to write it somewhere 
:panda:
A friend of mine always says: prepare yourself for the worst to accept good as the best 
A friend of mine always says: prepare yourself for the worst to accept good as the best 