The Messiah is Dead: What Defines My Generation is That We Have No Singular Savior

When I was in high school, there were two kids I knew who had died within a couple of days of each other. The first was a boy. He had brought a water bottle of vodka to school then left at lunch, headed down the freeway at a hundred and ten miles per hour, and hit the divider head on. His parents said it was an accident but others said it was a suicide. My sister’s best friend was the last person to see him. She was at our house when she found out. I had never heard someone wail like that before. I called my best…