Alaska.

He didn't seem to care whether he lived or died, so I guess you could've called him Alaska.

He also didn't seem concerned about danger. He smoked endlessly, drove recklessly, and constantly got into trouble. But that was part of his charm - people loved him because he didn't give a fuck.

So maybe he just didn't care about anything.

His funeral was last week. They found his body in his room; apparently he had overdosed. I wonder whether he'll be remembered as a person, or if he'll simply become a statistic.

I suppose after a while, he won't be remembered at all.