I don't know how much more weird it could get. I spoke to my friend Aaron today. Walter died from a head on collision, from a car on the wrong side of the road, passing on a hill, just as he had complained about to me one time as we were driving three years ago after a near miss we had. A few days ago, I started having weird jarring thoughts that made me cringe about a head on car crash on that same fucking hill with someone close to me, and here it is. The place where he died was the place I was imagining, the place where he and I talked about it. Walter was with our friend Ton, who is in the hospital in Nassau, in unkown condition. Ton's brother was in the other car going the other way.