A guy I used to give rides to work on a daily basis shot himself in the head.
Apparently on accident.
I hadn't seen this guy in a while.
I ran into him at the grocery store a while ago.
He was always really nice and cool.
He kind of looked like T.I.
He got fired by the same boss that tried to fire me.
I don't know how to feel about it really.
I've been at the point where there were a few tears in my eyes.
Thinking of taking him to sketchy liquor stores after work.
And how weird I thought it was that he like Journey and David Bowie.
And how he thought it was weird that I liked Kanye and NWA.
And the time he ran over a guys' foot at work and how I trained him to load and he'd come to me a hundred times a day with questions.
He always meant well, but seemed to be dealt a fairly crappy deck.
Every now and again I'd be looking through numbers in my phone and see 'RJ.'
I'd think about calling and seeing how he was, but I never did.
When I saw him at the store that time, he gave me a bro hug and I asked how he was doing.
"surviving."
I'm just writing this down to remember it all, and to pay my respects.
Rest in peace, RJ.
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