I’ve just heard that my friend Howie took his own life. I’m speechless. I knew he had issues, but I never knew how bad they were. He was always in his head a lot, a really smart guy, deep and he loved to have a good laugh. I’m now so upset that I didn’t take the time to catch up with him the last couple of times he reached out to me. Life is fucked up.
Apologies to anyone and everyone I’ve snobbed off these past few years. I’m a busy guy, sure, but I have PLENTY of time to catch up with friends. The drugs, the laziness, hobbies, they all get in the way of maybe what’s really important. I don’t hold myself responsible, in any way, but I do know I’ve got a way with words, and I do know that if I had caught up with Howie we would have had huge D&M’s because that’s what we always used to do. All of a sudden Berty Nghiem’s Cars For Hope project means so much more to me. I’m gong to make moves to help Berty as much as I can going forwards. This is a wake up call of sorts. If you’re my mate, and need to chat, please, get in touch. I’m all ears.
Dude that’s fucking terrible. So sad.