Friday, March 24, 2006

Please don't poop on my parade route
I figured this out today.  When someone comes up to you and says, Did you know Buster died?  And, you didn't?  Well, Buster wasn't dead until that person just now killed him..  In my case, about 95% of the people I'm told died are people I haven't seen for years, and would never see again in any event.  Don't matter.  I have my memories, and as long as nobody tells me, then they are still out there for me.  Still looking like the last time I saw them.  I don't mean if your partner dies, or something.  You can't go and say, ''Damn that Phil is sure not pulling his weight anymore," and then find out he died two years ago. I'm talking the guy you knew in eighth grade, or like that.  So don't tell me. You can tell me about Ted Kennedy, and stuff, but not Lil Kin.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

I learned thirty or so years after the fact which guys I was in Basic Training with died in Vietnam.

Stripped of all detail, it was a mind fucker, to be sure.

Rodger the Real King of France said...

That's what I'm talking about, exactly.

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