on Saturday I got the news my fav person in my neighbourhood had died. I'm not saying that cuz he's dead. dude was a massively important friend to me. absolutely my fav person. I could talk to him about anything and he was so much fun
I knew something was wrong, N's shop was closed for a week and I wasn't sure if he was taking a (well deserved) vacation or dealing with his newly opened biz in a nearby town or what. was on the verge of calling him but decided to wait a week and on the 8th day his place was open
I can see his place 'cross the road from my kitchen window and was checking every morning
anyway, scurried over, he said he was feeling sick. he looked ok. just a lil thin but he was always thin. a 68 year old vegan Rasta dude who didn't touch alcohol or processed food
then, after two days, closed again. for over a month. I was calling his phone every other day, went straight to messages. asked everyone in the area if they had any info but most peeps didn't even know his first name, let alone his last. everyone here uses nicknames, I only knew his real first name cuz he told me
all I wanted was a fucking last name so I could call hospitals, I knew something was wrong
a good friend of mine K managed to find his home location through his sister, and today (Sunday), we were gonna go on a search of his hood if he didn't answer the door, to at least find out his last name
K came by Sat evening to break the news, didn't want to do it over whatsapp. colon cancer. died that afternoon
I cried like a biatch on the stoop. didn't even cry when my dad died. I guess cuz that was shock and this was something I kinda knew (something was wrong). fuck, I dunno
this was a dude I'd visit almost every day, to buy a lil weed or mostly just to say hey and explore life and thoughts on everything. I really loved him and I don't use that term lightly
would deliberately go in the early evening when fewer people so we could talk more freely about everything. life, work, books, cats, history, biz structure when he was creating his new operation (I gave him a lot of advice on how to set a US corp as a non-US resident as I've done it before and he wanted to make sure that if anything happened to him -maybe I should have read more into that- that his kids and grandkids would be financially compensated through a corp structure with two partners via shares)
also made so many wonderful female friends through his place, as men were strictly forbidden from hitting on women there so it was a place we liked to gather
anyway, went over to my friend K's (one who broke the news to me) place tonight, where I did not expect to see a bunch of peeps I knew from N's
turned into a total celebration of his life. all his fav music. everyone dancing on the street, all of us laughing and talking and remembering our best memories and burning up the road. a few tears but that is what hugs are for. just how N would have wanted it
I miss my friend. hug your loved ones close and thank you for listening
I knew something was wrong, N's shop was closed for a week and I wasn't sure if he was taking a (well deserved) vacation or dealing with his newly opened biz in a nearby town or what. was on the verge of calling him but decided to wait a week and on the 8th day his place was open
I can see his place 'cross the road from my kitchen window and was checking every morning
anyway, scurried over, he said he was feeling sick. he looked ok. just a lil thin but he was always thin. a 68 year old vegan Rasta dude who didn't touch alcohol or processed food
then, after two days, closed again. for over a month. I was calling his phone every other day, went straight to messages. asked everyone in the area if they had any info but most peeps didn't even know his first name, let alone his last. everyone here uses nicknames, I only knew his real first name cuz he told me
all I wanted was a fucking last name so I could call hospitals, I knew something was wrong
a good friend of mine K managed to find his home location through his sister, and today (Sunday), we were gonna go on a search of his hood if he didn't answer the door, to at least find out his last name
K came by Sat evening to break the news, didn't want to do it over whatsapp. colon cancer. died that afternoon
I cried like a biatch on the stoop. didn't even cry when my dad died. I guess cuz that was shock and this was something I kinda knew (something was wrong). fuck, I dunno
this was a dude I'd visit almost every day, to buy a lil weed or mostly just to say hey and explore life and thoughts on everything. I really loved him and I don't use that term lightly
would deliberately go in the early evening when fewer people so we could talk more freely about everything. life, work, books, cats, history, biz structure when he was creating his new operation (I gave him a lot of advice on how to set a US corp as a non-US resident as I've done it before and he wanted to make sure that if anything happened to him -maybe I should have read more into that- that his kids and grandkids would be financially compensated through a corp structure with two partners via shares)
also made so many wonderful female friends through his place, as men were strictly forbidden from hitting on women there so it was a place we liked to gather
anyway, went over to my friend K's (one who broke the news to me) place tonight, where I did not expect to see a bunch of peeps I knew from N's
turned into a total celebration of his life. all his fav music. everyone dancing on the street, all of us laughing and talking and remembering our best memories and burning up the road. a few tears but that is what hugs are for. just how N would have wanted it
I miss my friend. hug your loved ones close and thank you for listening
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