He wouldn't have been - not at first, anyway. He would have told me to stop using him as an excuse to screw up my life and get back to living it. We were always close, and after he died, I just didn't see the point. I started failing classes and lost my scholarship before dropping out of college. Eventually, I went back home and dealt with a lot there before I finally started to get my head on straight. It's weird, but coming here has actually helped a lot. I'm still a work in progress too.