My best friend called me the other day. We served in the Marines together. He told me about a guy we used to know who just died. I didn’t know him very well, I mean I recognized the name but I can’t remember his face. I knew a lot of guys back then, we all did. There were like 300 of us all in the same company, so we knew a lot of faces and names but weren’t close friends with them all. But it was like a fraternity, we knew each other even if we didn’t. James Gosnell was his name. I wasn’t friends with him, but I knew him. He was a little more ‘moto’ than I, and was in the scout sniper platoon before long. He served in Iraq and Afghanistan. He went there when I didn’t. Why can’t I remember his face? He was stabbed to death. Alone. In an alley in Chicago I think my friend said. Stabbed to death, alone, in an alley, and there are no suspects or motives at this time. I can’t remember his face. I google’d him today. His obituary says he is the same age as me. He has a wife. He has kids. His parents survived him. He has a best friend. He could have been me. He could have been you. He is me. He is you. He will be me. He will be you. I knew him, once. I’ll never forget him again.
By break I mean a few days off from work. And by off I mean my boss and underlings will be calling me and texting me constantly.
I wouldn’t mind, if I knew everyone worked as hard as I do. I mean that 100% pretentiously, but seriously! Why do I have to email someones boss to get them to work? Why do I have to leave an email for my boss telling him what work to complete? Why do I have to show everyone where to find everything on their own?
Meh. Someone send me an email showing me where to find a new job. Well, maybe not new. Higher paying? Ok, someone just hire me spontaneously off my potential alone. I NEED YOU INTERNET COME THROUGH FOR ME HERE.
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We went like this, he went like that. I said to Hollywood, “Where’d he go?” Hollywood says, “Where’d who go?”
Oh internet, you understand me…
So I’m thinking of doing this thing again. First I need to get past my 4chan addiction. Then my food addiction. Then occasional food addiction. I think aspirin addiction is up there too. Oh, and video game addiction. And zombie addiction. And football. Wait, what was I saying?
Comic Con 2011 is over, and so is the adventure. It was fraught with ups, downs, smelly BO fanboys, overpriced everything, I saw more pornstars there than real celebrities, and I had some of the best food of my life. Can’t wait until next year!
Yes, please.
This is better than Say Anything. Girls like grand gestures, amirite?