Peter’s memorial service is at his church about 20/30 minutes from here this coming Saturday. I’m ambivalent about going. He was often not nice to me then he’d turn around and buy me things like bedding, a cd/dvd player and a diamond ring. Unfortunately I don’t have the ring anymore. I pawned it when I was mad at him. Wish I still had it now but it reminded me of the mean things he used to do. Even Caleb commented on how he wasn’t kind to me. Odd thing is he used to profess his love to me and complain that I didn’t feel the same. We were better as starbucks friends.