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04-15-2002, 11:47 AM
Okay just an entry about what I thought was gonna be a relaxing weekend. Especially after helping the landlady's boyfriend bury one of their dogs last week. I was gonna work on my yard some, mess mith some more Nes emulators and relax.
Anyway, Friday night, I get home, grab a couple of beers and head over to my neighbors house. Sharkey's 53, we see things on a very similar plane, and thankfully he was the only one home. Hung out for a while, bullshittin'. About 45 minutes later another neighbor, Danny, who is a good guy too, comes over. Any way to make a long story short, Sharkey said he had a toothache and he was gonna lay down for a while. I told him I'd check with him later. I went by at 8, he was sound asleep snoring louder than I ever did.
I was awakend the next morning at 7 am by the landlady's boyfriend.
Sharkey died in his sleep.
Dumbass is all panicky so I go over and doublecheck. ( Worked at a hospital for six months transporting patients, and not all of them were alive). Sure enough, he was gone. I couldn't figure it. I just walked up to the house, the landlady was sitting outside, and told her to simply call the cops. Well, she'd already called 911, and they, of course sent an ambulance, and then the coroner.
She asked me, after they left to see if I could find some stuff with family phone numbers on it, so she could track down some kin. Well, I knew the cops were going to, but I went back there anyway. She sends that numbnuts boyfriend of hers with me, and he goes as far as the front porch.
Seems he won't go in. Got a thing about dead people. Well, I'm not fond of the fact, either, but you do what needs to be done. Is it me or am I in the middle of Panic City?
I realize that if think about everything that's happened to me or to those I know in the last four weeks, I'm looking around for hidden freaking cameras. It doesn't seem very real. But I know it is.
All I really know is I lost a good friend and neighbor. The whole little community of ours was pretty broke up about it. I spent more time listening to other people talk and grieve than I did myself. I think it was kind of theraputic.
Now, I feel better.
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Anyway, Friday night, I get home, grab a couple of beers and head over to my neighbors house. Sharkey's 53, we see things on a very similar plane, and thankfully he was the only one home. Hung out for a while, bullshittin'. About 45 minutes later another neighbor, Danny, who is a good guy too, comes over. Any way to make a long story short, Sharkey said he had a toothache and he was gonna lay down for a while. I told him I'd check with him later. I went by at 8, he was sound asleep snoring louder than I ever did.
I was awakend the next morning at 7 am by the landlady's boyfriend.
Sharkey died in his sleep.
Dumbass is all panicky so I go over and doublecheck. ( Worked at a hospital for six months transporting patients, and not all of them were alive). Sure enough, he was gone. I couldn't figure it. I just walked up to the house, the landlady was sitting outside, and told her to simply call the cops. Well, she'd already called 911, and they, of course sent an ambulance, and then the coroner.
She asked me, after they left to see if I could find some stuff with family phone numbers on it, so she could track down some kin. Well, I knew the cops were going to, but I went back there anyway. She sends that numbnuts boyfriend of hers with me, and he goes as far as the front porch.
Seems he won't go in. Got a thing about dead people. Well, I'm not fond of the fact, either, but you do what needs to be done. Is it me or am I in the middle of Panic City?
I realize that if think about everything that's happened to me or to those I know in the last four weeks, I'm looking around for hidden freaking cameras. It doesn't seem very real. But I know it is.
All I really know is I lost a good friend and neighbor. The whole little community of ours was pretty broke up about it. I spent more time listening to other people talk and grieve than I did myself. I think it was kind of theraputic.
Now, I feel better.
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