Bittersweet Symphony
2004-04-17 at 12:41 a.m.
Here's to you, Doug
So I caved. He apologized some. I always forget. He says Why are you mad? And I go Uh Uh... eh... No. I remember why I was mad. I'm still mad, but it's not worth it. Not worth it.I think I may have given the impression that my husband is or was in hezbollah. Not true, in case you were wondering, not why I included a short reference to them.
I found out today that someone I used to work with died last week. They found him shot in the head up at the mountain. They said it was suicide. I don't believe it, not for a second. I've never known anyone so alive in my life. And I'm not just saying it because now he is dead. Here's a guy always making loud, off-color jokes, talked loud, laughed louder, exercized obsessively, worked hard, ate the right food *always*, loved pornography openly and unabashedly, loved Asian women and was always getting his money taken away from him (by Asian women), loved his Jeep, loved his knives and his guns. He always scared me because I thought he was so awesome. He was really nice to me though. Maybe it was because of my dad, I don't know. But he was a nice guy in general. Oh, except to drunks, bums, and prostitutes who came to the night window at the downtown pawn place. He was so mean and he didn't give a fuck. I couldn't even believe some of them the things he did because I can't be mean to strangers. Someone came to the window one time and started yelling at him and telling him to hurry, and he was like, You can try again in an hour, go away. He was high high energy. He wasn't bipolar, he was always up. There are a lot of people who I can imagine maybe, possibly, killing themselves. No way not him. Oh Dougie... no one quite like you.
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