some one i've known since the 3rd grade has croaked, sadly he took another life and possibly 2 in the process. i've known him all these years and once long ago befriended him because he was such a goofy bastige no one would associate with the know it all jerk. he was very bright but totally lacking in common sense. over the years he pulled some really bone headed stunts. did time in an australian prison LOL and his job was making tea for the inmates. over the years we had stayed in touch altho i've always considered him to be a total flake. i still felt "sorry" for him and his circumstances.
anyway, a couple or 10 years back he screwed me over on the purchase of 2 high standard military model HD pistols. i told him then to steer clear of me because if i ever saw him again it would be a violent encounter.
heard yesterday he croaked after blowing a stop sign somewhere around Ada and killing a 19 year old woman, and a passenger in the vehicle he hit was hurt badly. when i was told he'd croaked i thought, who friggen cares, good riddance. and i still think the same, spoke with someone who's known him for the same length of time and we joked he was a waste of good oxygen and such a fat bastige we'd all have more food. LOL i have absolutely no compassion for the cork slacker, or his family of fat and ugly folk.
i'm starting to think i just don't like people very much anymore. how the hell did i become so hardened? i'll have to think on this as i pass the whiles, my daughter used to tell time, when she was little she heard "we'll do it in a little while" so many times from her mother it became her standard measure of time. she actually asked me on several occasions how many whiles did we have to wait before doing such and such
sorry for the conscious or unconscious stream, but Stanley is dead, and he killed someone else, i care more about the unknown person he killed than i did/do about his worthless azz
anyway, a couple or 10 years back he screwed me over on the purchase of 2 high standard military model HD pistols. i told him then to steer clear of me because if i ever saw him again it would be a violent encounter.
heard yesterday he croaked after blowing a stop sign somewhere around Ada and killing a 19 year old woman, and a passenger in the vehicle he hit was hurt badly. when i was told he'd croaked i thought, who friggen cares, good riddance. and i still think the same, spoke with someone who's known him for the same length of time and we joked he was a waste of good oxygen and such a fat bastige we'd all have more food. LOL i have absolutely no compassion for the cork slacker, or his family of fat and ugly folk.
i'm starting to think i just don't like people very much anymore. how the hell did i become so hardened? i'll have to think on this as i pass the whiles, my daughter used to tell time, when she was little she heard "we'll do it in a little while" so many times from her mother it became her standard measure of time. she actually asked me on several occasions how many whiles did we have to wait before doing such and such
sorry for the conscious or unconscious stream, but Stanley is dead, and he killed someone else, i care more about the unknown person he killed than i did/do about his worthless azz
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