He’s dead now, I have no friends. (Nobody keeps the high moral standards I set for things now) So nothing to reevaluate. Initially I was angry that he got shot, but over time I came to the conclusion that the homeowner that shot him had the right to defend his livelihood and had done nothing wrong. My friend had been in so many close calls, so many times, and still didn’t fucking stop. It was his choice and he paid the price for it.