Evil ... Thy name is Orville Redenbacher!!
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I'm not that old, at least I don't think so.
But it has occurred to me recently that I have at least a half-dozen dead school classmates, who died before the age of 30. A large number, in my mind anyway, considering I attended small schools and didn't have any friends or classmates who died in a war or were killed in car crashes.
I know people who died as result of car crashes and other things, but none were my childhood friends, just acquaintances or people I knew through other people.
One of my Little League teammates drowned.
Three of my grade school classmates are dead. One died as the result of a trailer fire. I saw him in a bar the night of the fire.
He was a bully, but I always felt sorry for him because his dad was a wife beater. The kid's older brother followed dad down that road and even made the local paper a few times due to his mainly exploits.
I remember the stories 1: Because I knew the family and 2: Because his girlfriend kept apologizing and making excuses for him in court. You know, the typical battered women's response.. It was a sad situation all the way around. Though the older brother did end up in jail.
I don't know if Scott, that was my classmate's name, was a wife beater or not. He was about 24 when he perished in the fire.
Everytime I go home, I drive by the site where the fire occurred.
Another childhood friend moved to DC got hooked on drugs and was found dead of an overdose in a seedy motel room in NYC. I went to the wake and didn't recognize the guy. He was all fat, bloated and covered in tattoos.
Growing up with him, I knew he was headed down a path I did not want to follow.
A girl I had a crush on in Jr. high (I mentioned this once before) died of a brain tumor shortly after college.
Not death-related but strange none the less. ...
Then there was my high school classmate, who was always a bit weird. Really, nice nad gentle, but well, just weird.
A few years ago, it was discovered his dad was a pedophile who was responsible for the death of a 12-year-old boy as the result a drug overdose, which was attempt to get him stoned so he could have sex with him.
Not sure what the purpose of this thread is or where it will lead, but it is something I have been thinking about for a while and wanted to get out.
But it has occurred to me recently that I have at least a half-dozen dead school classmates, who died before the age of 30. A large number, in my mind anyway, considering I attended small schools and didn't have any friends or classmates who died in a war or were killed in car crashes.
I know people who died as result of car crashes and other things, but none were my childhood friends, just acquaintances or people I knew through other people.
One of my Little League teammates drowned.
Three of my grade school classmates are dead. One died as the result of a trailer fire. I saw him in a bar the night of the fire.
He was a bully, but I always felt sorry for him because his dad was a wife beater. The kid's older brother followed dad down that road and even made the local paper a few times due to his mainly exploits.
I remember the stories 1: Because I knew the family and 2: Because his girlfriend kept apologizing and making excuses for him in court. You know, the typical battered women's response.. It was a sad situation all the way around. Though the older brother did end up in jail.
I don't know if Scott, that was my classmate's name, was a wife beater or not. He was about 24 when he perished in the fire.
Everytime I go home, I drive by the site where the fire occurred.
Another childhood friend moved to DC got hooked on drugs and was found dead of an overdose in a seedy motel room in NYC. I went to the wake and didn't recognize the guy. He was all fat, bloated and covered in tattoos.
Growing up with him, I knew he was headed down a path I did not want to follow.
A girl I had a crush on in Jr. high (I mentioned this once before) died of a brain tumor shortly after college.
Not death-related but strange none the less. ...
Then there was my high school classmate, who was always a bit weird. Really, nice nad gentle, but well, just weird.
A few years ago, it was discovered his dad was a pedophile who was responsible for the death of a 12-year-old boy as the result a drug overdose, which was attempt to get him stoned so he could have sex with him.
Not sure what the purpose of this thread is or where it will lead, but it is something I have been thinking about for a while and wanted to get out.