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So this has been bugging me so I thought I'd make a thread about it.
I know we've all known someone who died, someone close to us and it always sucks. But in this case I'm talking about someone who was a part of my life when I was a kid that for a lack of a better way of saying it, wasn't a good guy. When we were in grade 1,2 and 3 he would come visit his grandparents who were my neighbors and we would play in the summer time. He was always getting us into trouble, I'm mean this guy would always break the rules, no matter what it was if one of the adults made a rule this guy would break it. I could give all kinds of examples but I'm sure you guys get the picture. In fact he was so bad that he wasn't allowed on our property lol, and we ended up not hanging out with him at all before his own grand parents stopped having him over. I only saw him a handfull of times over the years before he was found dead a few days ago.
But for some reason it bugs me so much, and in all seriousness I'm not surprised in the least that he's passed. In fact I said on numerous occasions that he'd wind up dead soon. But I'm so damn sentimental, I've always been like that. I can't stop thinking about those sunny days when he would wait at the end of his driveway nest door for me and my brother to come out and meet him, because he wasn't allowed on our property. The first time I widdled wood with a jack knife that his grandpa set us up with, before it was all taken away because he broke the rules. One time he manipulated me into crying wolf in the back yard next door and my mom came out scared shitless, and I got in trouble too.
But some how it just bothers me, and I realize he's probably better off (long story, drugs, accidents).
He was a part of my childhood and it just sucks that he had such a shitty upbringing and he wasn't given the tools to get his shit together.
Does anyone else have this kind of thing? I want to stay away from insulting him, but lets say society could do without. But I still feel sad.
I know we've all known someone who died, someone close to us and it always sucks. But in this case I'm talking about someone who was a part of my life when I was a kid that for a lack of a better way of saying it, wasn't a good guy. When we were in grade 1,2 and 3 he would come visit his grandparents who were my neighbors and we would play in the summer time. He was always getting us into trouble, I'm mean this guy would always break the rules, no matter what it was if one of the adults made a rule this guy would break it. I could give all kinds of examples but I'm sure you guys get the picture. In fact he was so bad that he wasn't allowed on our property lol, and we ended up not hanging out with him at all before his own grand parents stopped having him over. I only saw him a handfull of times over the years before he was found dead a few days ago.
But for some reason it bugs me so much, and in all seriousness I'm not surprised in the least that he's passed. In fact I said on numerous occasions that he'd wind up dead soon. But I'm so damn sentimental, I've always been like that. I can't stop thinking about those sunny days when he would wait at the end of his driveway nest door for me and my brother to come out and meet him, because he wasn't allowed on our property. The first time I widdled wood with a jack knife that his grandpa set us up with, before it was all taken away because he broke the rules. One time he manipulated me into crying wolf in the back yard next door and my mom came out scared shitless, and I got in trouble too.
But some how it just bothers me, and I realize he's probably better off (long story, drugs, accidents).
He was a part of my childhood and it just sucks that he had such a shitty upbringing and he wasn't given the tools to get his shit together.
Does anyone else have this kind of thing? I want to stay away from insulting him, but lets say society could do without. But I still feel sad.