"Fuck off Gabe and put him on the phone"
I had spoken to my mate Alex on Thurs. he was gonna come to my place on Fri. arvo. He was going to come from the hospital pharmacy where he was doing his internship (a couple of blocks from mine and close to the city centre) and then we were going to head into town. On the piss. & what not.
@ about 1730 I rang his old mans place to query where he was. His brother answered. I asked where Alex was. He faltered & then said "You haven't heard"
"Alex is dead." "Fuck off Gabe put Alex on" says I, thinking this was 1 of many attempts by his bro to stir shit.
It wasn't.
He'd topped himself at his dad's house, after work. His old man had found him dead on the living room couch.
That moment of absolute horror and terror realising that someone I loved was dead will never leave me. You know that feeling when you're on a plane and it feels as tho your stomach drops - it's a lot like that except it's a lot more unpleasant. I'm crying now as I type this.
"The Sleeper must Awaken." & I miss you Little Geek.
(Misery McUglywife an attention seeking sociopathic fuckstain., Mon 9 Apr 2012, 10:17, 4 replies)

Jeez, sounds drastic. He could have just called you a cunt and said he couldn't stand your company.
( enoughblueskyforsailorstrousers, Mon 9 Apr 2012, 10:35, closed)

Thank you
b3ta for providing that balance of "absolute cuntiness" to remind me that rest of the universe carries on no matter what my state of mind is.
(Misery McUglywife an attention seeking sociopathic fuckstain., Mon 9 Apr 2012, 10:38, closed)

I know the feeling of losing a close friend all too well.
My sympathies.
(The Luggage is haunted..., Mon 9 Apr 2012, 12:38, closed)

My Sympathies Too
Remember the good stuff.
( The Lone Groover has mal des nuts., Mon 9 Apr 2012, 17:15, closed)