Death of a friend
I got a call recently from an ex-friend. Usually I don't take her calls, but she was ringing to inform me that an old friend of mine had been killed in an automobile accident. On Thanksgiving. On his way home from family dinner. Chris Sumrall was one of the funniest men I have ever known. We met when we were both managing a little burger joint around here, about nine years ago. Damn, doesn't seem like that long ago. He loved that fucking WWE and could imitate the characters so well it was crazy! He also owned an original Atari - the one that you stick the big square game in the top of - that we would play until the wee morning hours, sitting on the floor in his apartment. This was a man who had beautiful brown hair and a huge smile. He always had a photo of himself from his teen years in full 'bodybuilder' form. Such a nut. He had a great collection of dirty magazines and horror movies and was happy to lend either to anyone who asked. It's been too long since we spoke, though I have thought about him more often than you would believe. I don't know why, we were never romantic. Maybe that's just it. Chris was my friend. A real friend, not just someone who wanted something or had some ulterior motive. He was that kind of friend to everyone, I believe. I know we had a hell of a time together and got in a fair bit of trouble along the way. It was one of the most free times of my life and he was a part of that. I will miss him for a long long time. There is no reason to ask why or to try and figure out why something like this would happen. It just happened. It hurts. I will never get to hug him again and there's no one I can blame. Chris Sumrall. That was his name. Not just some random guy most of you have never met - this was Chris. You will forget him. I won't.
I got a call recently from an ex-friend. Usually I don't take her calls, but she was ringing to inform me that an old friend of mine had been killed in an automobile accident. On Thanksgiving. On his way home from family dinner. Chris Sumrall was one of the funniest men I have ever known. We met when we were both managing a little burger joint around here, about nine years ago. Damn, doesn't seem like that long ago. He loved that fucking WWE and could imitate the characters so well it was crazy! He also owned an original Atari - the one that you stick the big square game in the top of - that we would play until the wee morning hours, sitting on the floor in his apartment. This was a man who had beautiful brown hair and a huge smile. He always had a photo of himself from his teen years in full 'bodybuilder' form. Such a nut. He had a great collection of dirty magazines and horror movies and was happy to lend either to anyone who asked. It's been too long since we spoke, though I have thought about him more often than you would believe. I don't know why, we were never romantic. Maybe that's just it. Chris was my friend. A real friend, not just someone who wanted something or had some ulterior motive. He was that kind of friend to everyone, I believe. I know we had a hell of a time together and got in a fair bit of trouble along the way. It was one of the most free times of my life and he was a part of that. I will miss him for a long long time. There is no reason to ask why or to try and figure out why something like this would happen. It just happened. It hurts. I will never get to hug him again and there's no one I can blame. Chris Sumrall. That was his name. Not just some random guy most of you have never met - this was Chris. You will forget him. I won't.
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1stxer:
Things like this make us all sad. I too have learned after the fact of people whom knowing in earlier times passed away. For you to have have mentioned this, I can say Chris is still your friend, forever.
gonzeaux:
Sorry to hear about your friend, been there too many times as of late.....We are down here in the New Zealand sticks celebrating his life......We have hoisted many to great memories and will be sure to throw one in for your friend.......