languid

well... i just found out that a friend of mine, in the bldg i live, was found hanging in his closet of tuesday. fucker.

he was one of us. a weirdo. a strange one. a gem amongst all the squares. he was regular people. good to know. friendly when you saw him and always asked how you were and was present when you responded. life wasn't always good for him and somedays he was quiet. some days he had a lot to say about the troubles he had. they were like everybody elses. work. life. money. he never had anyone with him.

we never had a beer.

we never shared a meal.

i shook his hand a couple of times. at least i believe so.

he was funny when he got angry. i remember when someone stole some of his laundry, towels, t-shirts. we plotted how we were going to mess them up when we discovered them. a total mindfuck for the thieves. we never tracked them down.

he was a union guy and his job was trying to make his job difficult because the new owners for the building he worked in are non-union.

as i understand there was a lot more going on than i knew... more than anyone probably ever did. there are a lot of things i wish but he's gone and now i wish i could smack him. fucker.

he cleaned his place. left a note and left plastic bags under him. he was detail oriented to the end. didn't want to leave a mess behind for his relatives to deal with and see. too bad now all they have is to deal with the pain for a very long time...

today was a such a good day to. oi was in such a good mood for a suck ass work day. i even threw a fit. pissed someone off and used the things i never read in how to win friends and influence others and went against the grain again. that guy was hot. i just just annoying people from new jersey. i love it when they turn colours.

aloha,
j