no ever reads this shit. i don't even kid myself about that. it is the simple fact that i am one of many voices on teh interwebs who is posting mindless ramblings. it is what it is.
a good friend of mine passed away this weekend. it was sudden and terrible. and i'm still shaken up. i found myself checking facebook statuses the past couple days. seeing what people are saying about the whole thing, reading my other friends' feelings about what happened. all of which were and are very touching, in a mass eulogy sort of existence. it made me wish there was some way to get all of the thoughts and put them together for us and his family.
it is kind of odd how much time i have spent looking at facebook on my phone and my pc. i could get up on my interwebbed soapbox like i love to do, but this time i won't.
i just wanted to use this space to type out how much that jerk meant to me.
when i first met him, he seemed jovial and quick witted...always with some smart assed comment or off-kilter joke. certainly my kind of bad apple. we worked together for close to 4 years, and in that time, we both got to learn about each other; through worktime conversations broken apart in 2 minute segments, to last call stories at various dive bars that drew out until the bartenders threw the bar stools on top of the bar. there were times we'd butt heads, and times he was just being dick (but anyone that knows me, knows i am also a dick at times.) at the end of the day, he was a great man, with a great heart, that i always thought had his eyes on something greater. he had an appointment to do some work on his tattoo with me yesterday. i kept waiting for him to walk through the door of the shop, even though i knew he wouldn't. it left me at a loss for words....so i got drunk. which leads me to today, where it all finally sank in. he's gone. i won't be able to punch him in the nipple ring because of how pissed off he made me. i won't be able to hug him and tell him everything will be okay and that i love him. he won't ever be mad at me because it took 8 minutes to get the queso to his table. he won't ever make me down a pitcher of guiness with him in 5 minutes because we shouldn't waste it. i'm gonna fucking miss him and his huge heart. i'll always fucking love him, and the things he made me see in my life......beyond shitty djs and bar gossip. rest in peace, mutha fucka. rest in peace.
