cheezyflier
Charter Member
when i was just a teenager i met this guy, a singular individual. of course, there were many things we both shared a like or dislike for. we had similar tastes in music and cars, for example. in fact, he used to sing for my band. he was a terrible singer. he put so much into it though, none of us had the heart to tell him. we did draw the line when it came to the guitar though. we all loved him, but we had our limitations. when i was homeless with no where to go, his family took me in. they fed me and washed my clothes. we worked together. his father helped me fix one of my first cars. he was my brother in the deepest part of my heart. he was part of my life when my son was born. and when i split with my wife and went nuts for a whole year. we went on adventures together. he was at my hospital bed when i almost died. he was at my wedding before i came to canada. i helped him get off of heroin. then crack. he was on and off with that one for years. the alchohol was the thing that really did a number on him though. strings of dui and single vehicle accidents. eventually it just washed a part of him away. things had gotten bad for him lately, and he started getting depressed. another guy we grew up with gave him a pistol a few months ago when he started talking about suicide.
he used it on himself about 2 hours ago. his sister called me from the trauma center. i think he's gone. part of me wants to throw up. part of me isn't surprised. when i last talked to him i told him to throw that gun in the crick. i wonder if there would have been something i might coulda done if i was down there instead of up here. i was annoyed with him because he was drunk and he's really hard to talk to when he's like that. tbo i can't remember the last time i talked to him when he was sober. now he's gone
he used it on himself about 2 hours ago. his sister called me from the trauma center. i think he's gone. part of me wants to throw up. part of me isn't surprised. when i last talked to him i told him to throw that gun in the crick. i wonder if there would have been something i might coulda done if i was down there instead of up here. i was annoyed with him because he was drunk and he's really hard to talk to when he's like that. tbo i can't remember the last time i talked to him when he was sober. now he's gone