What a story. A black, interesting looking stone. Not rectangular, but curved a bit up top. "Gone fishing" across the front with an elaborate drawing of the water. His goofy face etched on the back. He shares a birthday with me. He was only in his 30's. So I asked my boss what his story was. 

        Turns out, he had enough, he lied down on Spit Brook rd in nashua, where I lived at the time. He went out, laid in the road and a tractor trailer ran him over. Wow, wasn't expecting that. What balls.

   What a fucking way to go.