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originally posted by: thekaboose
I sit here at my desk today, saddened by something that has happened this week. So, please forgive my post being all over the place. My neighbour and friend was found dead in his flat after suffering a heart attack or overdose... or at worst there is the possibility he was murdered.
Now, many people whom live around the area have shrugged it off as another junkie off the street wasting tax payers money. The thing that really hurts me, is that the person who was found dead was a big part of the local community, everyone knew him, everyone has had a drink with him, he has graced their houses with his presence and he had always allowed friends to use his house in emergencies and his garden. A right laugh when he wasnt on the nasty drugs, but he stayed clear of everyone when he was doing it.
People tend to ignore the tragic truth of the human mind, when it goes to a dark place, its not as easy as "cheer up". Some people may never truly experience that level of depression, his was from losing his girlfriend passing away last year, he never truly recovered.
The reason Im posting this here is because people need to think before they act, social media and phones in general going off with vile people spouting vile bile about my friend since monday. My issue? I am unable to express any of this to anyone around me without being shot down for him being a druggy, and I hate to see my wife cry when we try and speak about him.
Grief is a b*tch
originally posted by: Argentbenign
a reply to: thekaboose
I've been always saying that... The problem of the world is not it's corrupt governments, but the several billions retards wandering amongst.
As the lyrics of the rather infamous Venom's song goes: "Genocide, the only cure for mankind"...
I am unable to express any of this to anyone around me without being shot down for him being a druggy, and I hate to see my wife cry when we try and speak about him.
Grief is a b*tch