Two years ago today I was working a floorset at Victoria’s Secret when I got the call that my best friend had died of a heroin overdose. I went the rest of the night pretending like it wasn’t a big deal but when the funeral came and her family asked me to speak, I finally broke. It’s hard to watch so many people I know now dabble in shit like that because I saw first hand how many people Shannon’s death wrecked. It wrecked me. Two years have gone by and I still think about her almost everyday. I used to write letters to her pretending like she was just on a vacation in France but she wasn’t and she isn’t. Shannon died on Christmas Eve. Shannon isn’t coming back and while today will be a good day with my family and friends, it’s important to remember her and as I watch my friends now go down her same path, it’s important to remind myself that it isn’t cool and it isn’t light.