Talk About Wows…
I just found out that a guy I knew from the bar died of cancer.
Not even 50.
He was a good guy, cared for his family, friends…
Why is he a “was”?
Dammit. Life is a cruel mistress. Give you the time to know someone and take them away.
I must be getting old. Either that or… Nothing. I ain’t got nothing. A good person I knew is gone. Old or not. He was at the house for a couple of barbeques, always said hi to me and Dad…
Damn.
Have fun readers.
Skåll!!!
