As a young Ztime when I was about 15yrs old I got my first job. It was nothing special. I was working at a hamburger joint in the mall in the town where I was attending high school. It was great for meeting chicks, and as is the case with most malls, the internal barter system was great for getting things you wanted. (trade you a milk shake for movie tickets or fries for some arcade tokens!!)
Anyway, that’s where I met a friend of mine. He was a great guy and he got the opportunity to be my boss for a couple years. Heck he even moved to the town I currently live in now.
So 2 days ago his ex-girlfriend walks through the door of my business. She comes into my office and asks why I hadn’t attended my friend’s funeral. I felt the blood leave my face as she quickly responded with “I’m so sorry! You didn’t know?” I said “No, I had no idea!” “I haven’t seen him for like a month or so!” So of course my next question was “What the hell happened?”
“He killed himself Ztime!”……. “He took his shot gun and shot himself in the head”
“When his friend hadn’t heard from him, I stopped by to check on him and found him in the bedroom.”
I offered my condolences to her and said that I needed to go. I called a couple of mutual friends and keyed them in on the situation. I also googled the news to read the story for myself. Not a great day!
You know, I found myself thinking about the what ifs. What if I knew he was having issues? What if I had talked to him? Would anything have changed? Could I Have helped in this situation?
I don’t blame myself for the situation. I wasn’t there and I didn’t pull the trigger. I’ve never contemplated suicide and it just sucks to think that someone who you’ve known for a long time and considered semi successful could get to such a low that this was their only solution.
Sometimes when I’m on this sight and reading some of the “really bad” break up stories and “really bad” life situation stories I wonder if this is how some of those guys feel.
F**k!! Today I just want to go to the top of my building and yell at the top of my lungs. This is just some heavy sh*t to carry and I needed to get it out. It just makes your soul feel dark.
Anyway, that’s where I met a friend of mine. He was a great guy and he got the opportunity to be my boss for a couple years. Heck he even moved to the town I currently live in now.
So 2 days ago his ex-girlfriend walks through the door of my business. She comes into my office and asks why I hadn’t attended my friend’s funeral. I felt the blood leave my face as she quickly responded with “I’m so sorry! You didn’t know?” I said “No, I had no idea!” “I haven’t seen him for like a month or so!” So of course my next question was “What the hell happened?”
“He killed himself Ztime!”……. “He took his shot gun and shot himself in the head”
“When his friend hadn’t heard from him, I stopped by to check on him and found him in the bedroom.”
I offered my condolences to her and said that I needed to go. I called a couple of mutual friends and keyed them in on the situation. I also googled the news to read the story for myself. Not a great day!
You know, I found myself thinking about the what ifs. What if I knew he was having issues? What if I had talked to him? Would anything have changed? Could I Have helped in this situation?
I don’t blame myself for the situation. I wasn’t there and I didn’t pull the trigger. I’ve never contemplated suicide and it just sucks to think that someone who you’ve known for a long time and considered semi successful could get to such a low that this was their only solution.
Sometimes when I’m on this sight and reading some of the “really bad” break up stories and “really bad” life situation stories I wonder if this is how some of those guys feel.
F**k!! Today I just want to go to the top of my building and yell at the top of my lungs. This is just some heavy sh*t to carry and I needed to get it out. It just makes your soul feel dark.