All · the · world's · a · stage

is my best friend.

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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.

I had entered into a marriage
In the summer of my twenty-first year
And the bells rang for our wedding
Only now do I remember it clear
Alright, alright, alright

No more a rake and no more a bachelor
I was wedded and it whetted my thirst
Until her womb start spilling out babies
Only then did I reckon my curse
Alright, alright, alright
Alright, alright, alright

First came Isaiah with his crinkled little fingers
Then came Charlotte and that wretched girl Dawn
Ugly Myfanwy died on delivery
Mercifully taking her mother along
Alright, alright, alright

What can one do when one is widower
Shamefully saddled with three little pests
All that I wanted was the freedom of a new life
So my burden I began to divest
Alright, alright, alright
Alright, alright, alright

Charlotte I buried after feeding her foxglove
Dawn was easy, she was drowned in the bath
Isaiah fought but was easily bested
Burned his body for incurring my wrath
Alright, alright, alright

And that's how I came your humble narrator
To be living so easy and free
Expect you think that I should be haunted
But it never really bothers me
Alright, alright, alright
Alright, alright, alright

The cloak and dagger dangles,
Madams light the candles.
In ceremonies of the horsemen,
Even the pawn must hold a grudge.
Statues made of match sticks,
Crumble into one another,
My love winks, she does not bother,
She knows too much to argue or to judge.

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