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| Senior Member | ...is dead. Found so today with no apparrent cause. I'm not sure his wife even knows yet, as SA's aunt says that Debbie is in Georgia on a business trip. He had been battling poor health from a drinking problem and I can only assume his body just gave out or he accidentally overdosed.
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| Religious Fanatic | "Fuck" would be a good place to start. I don't know what else to say.
__________________ "Let me tell you something about humans, nephew: They're a wonderful, friendly people - as long as their bellies are full and their holosuites are working. "But take away their creature comforts, deprive them of food, sleep, sonic showers, put their lives in jeopardy over an extended period of time and those friendly, intelligent, wonderful people...will become as nasty and as violent as the most blood-thirsty klingon." |
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| Senior Member | He worked for Cox-Internet (heavy accent on "cocks") for several years and couldn't "smoke up" three times a day so he took up drinking and it almost ruined his marriage. He went in the hospital twice and had a coma induced to get through the dt's twice. He quit that job and got one at Barnes & Noble so he could quit drinking and start smoking again. Never called me much except for the one time he frantically called looking for a quarter because his town was dry, and I live almost 150 miles away. Supposedly he had quit except that I kept bumping into friends of the family that said he'd wind up at ther doorstep completely sauced. I knew this guy from 8th grade on. Drinking killed his grandmother decades back. He was never really in good shape, never ate right, never exercised. All week long I thought about nagging him to stop living on Taco bell and potatoes... Fuckety fuck. Here's a link to some of his work: http://users2.ev1.net/~jimbobwan/gijfa05.htm
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| Consultant Fellationist Join Date: Dec 1969 Location: God's own country merry England
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![]() | Oh Jesus. And I was teasing him only yesterday at TW to come back and join us at the Astrobar because his recent posts made me remember how much we missed him. A little selfish perhaps, but it would be nice to think he read my post before he died and realised how popular he was. Please pass on my condolences.
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| Religious Fanatic | I'm just fucking shocked. I remember him telling me about his frustration over not being able to smoke with his job, and having a conversation with him at 4AM while he made his wy through a bottle of Vodka. Of course, I'd have never thought he was an alcoholic from the way he spoke. I also find this kinda disturbing too in the way that he and I had a lot in common.
__________________ "Let me tell you something about humans, nephew: They're a wonderful, friendly people - as long as their bellies are full and their holosuites are working. "But take away their creature comforts, deprive them of food, sleep, sonic showers, put their lives in jeopardy over an extended period of time and those friendly, intelligent, wonderful people...will become as nasty and as violent as the most blood-thirsty klingon." |
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| The Dude Join Date: Dec 1969 Location: Massachusetts
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| Pornstar | This cant be true. I'm speechless. I'm heart-broken. Please, no.
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