A best friend's funeral

My friend, Luiz, was a pretty rough guy. He used to get in fights all the time. One day while I was at school I heard he had been killed just the night before. He was making a phone call at a convenience store when this pickup truck full of gangsters pulled up and beat him to death with baseball bats. I was shocked, not because it had happened to Luiz, because I always suspected his life would catch up with him, but because such violence was so close to me. I wish I could say I handled it better, but right after school that day my friends and I got together and drank a whole lot to forget about it. It worked for the time being but I've never really forgotten.