Rainman1964
Bluelighter
So here is another reason to stop polluting ourselves. A dear friend of mine who made a difference in a lot of people's lives, smoked his daily 3 grams of meth and followed it with half a quart of rum and several beers. He went fishing with his brother at an illegal area and brought his dog Candy along for the day. My boyfriend and I got the news last night from the brother that my friend, in an attempt to save Candy, was struck by an Amtrack train, and both he and Candy were killed. They pulled my friend out of the water in pieces.
He was a pain in the ass, he yelled at me when he was drunk but never was cruel, he had a sensitive and sweet heart, we would create new sandwiches together and call them crazy names, he lived downstairs from me and he asked me if I had ice every day for his beer. He was a gentleman, when he wasn't drunk, but he always would drink when someone else was driving even before you noticed he would be finished with his beer. I cannot remember how many alcoholic beverages he had spilled in my car and he went shopping with me every time I went and usually embarrassed the hell out of me one way or the other. Our dog adored him and she is going to be grief-sticken forever probably because she went out with him daily and Candy was her only companion and she hates other dogs. My favorite and most funniest memory was when he took me to my old apartment to get some items early in the morning and I didn't realize that the reason why he was swaying and would move into another lane at the strangest times on the ride back was that throughout my entire chattering, the man was literally sleeping. My boyfriend did not think it was funny. It was a miracle we did not get busted or killed.
The people that have been affected the last 24 hours is significant. It goes to show that even if we hate ourselves, abuse ourselves and not even think about ourselves, we may not even think about how we may be more important to the people around us. He often told me no one cared about him and he felt alone. I told him he was wrong.
Puts things into perspective, huh? I can see him in heaven now boasting to everyone that he made the "biggest splash" when the train hit him. He wouldn't have wanted it any other way. He was 56 years old.
He was a pain in the ass, he yelled at me when he was drunk but never was cruel, he had a sensitive and sweet heart, we would create new sandwiches together and call them crazy names, he lived downstairs from me and he asked me if I had ice every day for his beer. He was a gentleman, when he wasn't drunk, but he always would drink when someone else was driving even before you noticed he would be finished with his beer. I cannot remember how many alcoholic beverages he had spilled in my car and he went shopping with me every time I went and usually embarrassed the hell out of me one way or the other. Our dog adored him and she is going to be grief-sticken forever probably because she went out with him daily and Candy was her only companion and she hates other dogs. My favorite and most funniest memory was when he took me to my old apartment to get some items early in the morning and I didn't realize that the reason why he was swaying and would move into another lane at the strangest times on the ride back was that throughout my entire chattering, the man was literally sleeping. My boyfriend did not think it was funny. It was a miracle we did not get busted or killed.
The people that have been affected the last 24 hours is significant. It goes to show that even if we hate ourselves, abuse ourselves and not even think about ourselves, we may not even think about how we may be more important to the people around us. He often told me no one cared about him and he felt alone. I told him he was wrong.
Puts things into perspective, huh? I can see him in heaven now boasting to everyone that he made the "biggest splash" when the train hit him. He wouldn't have wanted it any other way. He was 56 years old.
