I found out tonight my first boyfriend died on Friday. I'm guessing he OD'd or committed suicide. I'm feeling pretty sad about the whole thing, he was my first real boyfriend (and first of a long line of projects that needed fixing) and even after we stopped dating we stayed close.
He cheated death once before-in my senior year of high school, he was riding on the hood of a car while drunk and flew off, resulting in serious head trauma. I kept vigil at the hospital while it was still touch and go and spent a lot of time with him after during his recovery. It was a pretty big moment in my life to that point.
He was messed up before that, but the brain injury didn't do him any favors so it's no surprise he led a hard life. I found a recent mugshot of him from a recent warrant for larceny when googling tonight so he must have been in some legal hot water.
I'm not going to the service or anything, I don't want to see his dad, the nut didn't fall far from the tree so to speak and I don't want to have any contact with him. And a facebook RIP seems..trite. So anyway, that's my pseudo eulogy.
Ready to rumble.
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I'm so sorry.
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