oh man i was hanging out with my pal [name excised] & we [description of illegal activity excised] & then he got a phone call & this cat he knew was dead from a overdose...young cat, 27, don't think i'd ever met him...anyway it was some deeply sad shit 'cause my buddy is like, you know, doesn't like to be serious about anything or "express his feelings" or any of that square shit, would absolutely deny his drug/alcohol use is anything other than fun & laffs & stuff...is just a really great, really beautiful cat, really funny, doesn't let anything bring him down,....but you know when he told me about he had tears in his eyes, oh man, what could i say. life is rugged shit sometimes but i suppose we are going to continue dealing with it in much the same way. boo hoo tho, you know.
-- d\rag (kjh...), August 22nd, 2003.
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& if you don't get the pt of me posting about this stuff it's sorta...well i sort of want to apologise for if i ever talk about this stuff in a annoying flippant way here or when i say stuff that indicates i think i'm "cool" because i do this or that & ...you know, i'm just sorry
-- D. (ydrbfg...), August 22nd, 2003.
― d:rag, Friday, 22 August 2003 05:08 (twenty-two years ago)
You've never seemed like that to me, Duane. This is sad.
― Andrew Thames (Andrew Thames), Friday, 22 August 2003 06:38 (twenty-two years ago)
Yes, it is sad. I remember reading a death notice in my local paper one time and it was such a lonely sad piece with no mention of the deceased leaving anyone behind. He was also being buried really quickly which suggested to me that he had no one to mourne him. So I packed myself and my daughter off to the graveyard, coz I felt so sorry for him and didn't want to think of him being buried with no one about but a padre. Anyway, I was a little early and asked a gravedigger, where his grave would be. So I waited for about 10 minutes when all of a sudden, the funeral cortege arrived, complete with about 100 mourners and a very obvious grieving widow and kids. I couldn't leg it, as they blocked my way so I spent the entire funeral rite standing there being eyed suspiciously and noticing nudges and knowing glances being cast in the direction of 'the other woman.' Kinda funny though.
― Saskia, Friday, 22 August 2003 07:53 (twenty-two years ago)
Saskia, that's such a great story. What an amazing thing to do. I guess it goes to show you never can tell!
Duane - my sympathies.
― Pinkpanther (Pinkpanther), Friday, 22 August 2003 08:00 (twenty-two years ago)
That's a great story! And yeah, that was really lovely of you.
― Andrew Thames (Andrew Thames), Friday, 22 August 2003 08:00 (twenty-two years ago)
The main obituary in yesterday's Guardian was of a man who *might* have been one of my mother's ex's. I'm going to have to ask her about him:
"What was the name of that man you went out with when you lived in Birmingham? ... Yes, him. Well, he's dead."
― caitlin (caitlin), Friday, 22 August 2003 09:44 (twenty-two years ago)