It Was The Best Of Days...

...when TwinB received the phone call from the Alberta College of Art and Design informing her that she'd been accepted for January.  They'd had a 70% increase in applicants over September so it took a long time to sort through however, earlier they had mentioned that her portfolio was 'a high priority'.
She had a few minutes...maybe even a couple of hours to savour the news and then

It Was The Worst of Days

when she got a message via facebook that her best friend ever - her 'soul-twin'  Adam had died of a drug overdose a few hours earlier.  The chain of information and message was exactly the same as a false alarm we'd heard 4 years earlier the day before TwinB moved to Calgary but somehow...somehow she knew this time it's for real.  Our fragile yet endlessly resiliant Adam is gone. His addictions, a terminal illness.  
I've been reading snippets of the messages he sent 'B that she'd posted on livejournal.  They loved to play dress-up and write poems and stories together.  They found each other endlessly inspiring.

He would refer to himself as a palsied little bitch due to his mild cerebral palsy and on occasion he was a real live...person with perpetual drug problems.  He was also one of the sweetest young fellows I've ever met and am grateful to know him.
Your 23 years of struggle are over.
Update: March 3/12
Damn. Wish you were here.
Betcha never figured that your death would trigger so much shit and fall-out.
People loved you and were SO posessive of your attention/friendship.
My darling TwinB has had so much angst and domino effect from your death...Adam...why...why...why...???
WHY???