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Man, lots of great scores lately. I got a bunch of CR stuff. Contender, Turbo and Climmax fuses. I need to get a bunch of cores cut so I can build them, so I guess its time to get Les Hovarth on the phone..
My sisters husband, Allan Dey died at age 49. He left two children, Alexander 6 and Christine, 9. He's been in and out of the hospital for years with heart problems, but it finally caught up wuth him.
I went to the funeral last Sunday, and ran into a bunch of my friends from the old days. In a way, I miss the hell out of those people, but on the other hand, I'm glad I moved out of that area. The methamphetamine use had done a number a bunch of those folks, and a couple in particular were shells of their former selves. The region I used to live in seems locked into a downward spiral of white-trash townie behavior. The best thing that ever happened to me was getting out of that area...I guess I miss what those people used to be, but I didnt miss what they had become.
On a much funnier note, I used to work with a friend, and he used to cap on one of the speed-addled charachters I just descibed. Doug loved to come up with a new bit every day about some of these poor suckers. I was talking to one of the funeral-goers who had been a close friend years ago, and hes said something that made me laugh so hard..."Mmmmm Bud, you 'member my Aunt Creepy?..."
Doug would have rotated at about 2000 rpm in his grave over Aunt Creepy.
Aunt Creepy..geezus, I couldnt laugh about it then since I had just stepped out of a funeral but h my gawd I laughed so hard about that today at work... Aunt Creepy? AUNT CREEPY? Bwahahahahah. I havent laughed like that in YEARS!
So, all in all it was a really bitter-sweet experience. I had been feeling nostalgic for the old days and for the people as I had known them- then.
I miss them for what they were, but to see them now, wow, glad I moved out. Really glad I moved out.