i feel my luck could change
first, this: http://smithfamousfarm.livejournal.com/2003/01/02/
then, this:
DICKERT, Jared J., of Pittsburgh, formerly of Morrisville, Bucks County, died May 1. Fitzgerald-Sommer Funeral Home, Yardley, Bucks County. (CO)
now, this:
i always thought in my head that i would finally go back and write down, somewhere, what exactly happened that New Year's Eve, but i guess it was just too strange and sad and funny in retrospect that i always figured the memory would suffice. basically what it comes down to is that my friend, Jared, who i haven't seen in over two years, was the only other guy who stuck around after the entire house cleared out and i was forced to deal with our good friend Bel and also the cops. i suppose i could get into the fact that a fight broke out to get the drama rolling, and for some reason i thought it would be a good idea to try and stop it before it really got out of hand. what ended up happening is that i got my head slammed off the concrete basement floor several times, a few nasty cuts, and a few people freaking out on me. Jared stuck around and helped me try to maintain some level of sanity in the house and we ended up hanging out about once or twice a month for a long time after that. i guess really effed up experiences can do that sometimes.
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so my friend Bel, who oddly enough was the one who did the damage to my head, called me out of the blue Monday afternoon and left a simple message: I've got some bad news. and it's funny how sometimes you think that certain experiences will stick with you for a long time but i've honestly put this behind me for so long that i had forgotten about it. i couldn't even remember if it was 2001 or 2002 when it happened. and i hadn't seen Jared for two years, not since i stopped working in Oakland. and i kind of forgot about him, i guess. you move on, different cirlces, that kind of thing.
so i got ahold of Bel later Monday afternoon. she and Jared were at the same bar Sunday night, and after leaving, he went back home and hung himself.
then, this:
DICKERT, Jared J., of Pittsburgh, formerly of Morrisville, Bucks County, died May 1. Fitzgerald-Sommer Funeral Home, Yardley, Bucks County. (CO)
now, this:
i always thought in my head that i would finally go back and write down, somewhere, what exactly happened that New Year's Eve, but i guess it was just too strange and sad and funny in retrospect that i always figured the memory would suffice. basically what it comes down to is that my friend, Jared, who i haven't seen in over two years, was the only other guy who stuck around after the entire house cleared out and i was forced to deal with our good friend Bel and also the cops. i suppose i could get into the fact that a fight broke out to get the drama rolling, and for some reason i thought it would be a good idea to try and stop it before it really got out of hand. what ended up happening is that i got my head slammed off the concrete basement floor several times, a few nasty cuts, and a few people freaking out on me. Jared stuck around and helped me try to maintain some level of sanity in the house and we ended up hanging out about once or twice a month for a long time after that. i guess really effed up experiences can do that sometimes.
*
so my friend Bel, who oddly enough was the one who did the damage to my head, called me out of the blue Monday afternoon and left a simple message: I've got some bad news. and it's funny how sometimes you think that certain experiences will stick with you for a long time but i've honestly put this behind me for so long that i had forgotten about it. i couldn't even remember if it was 2001 or 2002 when it happened. and i hadn't seen Jared for two years, not since i stopped working in Oakland. and i kind of forgot about him, i guess. you move on, different cirlces, that kind of thing.
so i got ahold of Bel later Monday afternoon. she and Jared were at the same bar Sunday night, and after leaving, he went back home and hung himself.
posted by jersn at 1:19 AM
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