Sunday, September 19, 2010

Teri

I got a text a minute ago, and I quote:
"Big party for Teri's memorial at Nino's Cantina."
I text back "Who the fuck is this and who's Teri?"
"This is Ta-Da and Teri is TJs' daughter. Cancer."
Ta-Da is my old weed and crank connections' widow. TJ is one of the original crew. As a matter of fact, he's the only one besides me that's still alive.
Fuck. Not only have I outlived all the boys, but now I'm starting to outlive our kids.
I'm only 51. How fucked up is that.

7 comments:

drjim said...

Yeah, that sucks, man. My best buddy from college had his little brother gunned down in Chicago last year, and we were both asking about the same question.

wirecutter said...

I'm sorry Jim, but I am seriously in tears. She broke that fucking lifestyle, had a great life and still dies young.
Hell of a way to find out that a kid you used to babysit died when you get a text inviting you to the memorial party......

drjim said...

I understand, and you have my condolences. My buddy's little brother was a recovering druggie, and we were both very proud he fought that demon, got it under control, stayed clean and sober for over 10 years, and turned his life around 180 degrees.
I know it hurts, but sometimes life just flat-out sucks, and all you can do is scream at the walls.
I feel for you, man, I really do....

wirecutter said...

Life is a motherfucker. It will kick you in the ass every chance it gets.
The funeral is tomorrow.

Deb said...

So sorry and my sympathy's to you WC. This stuff is never easy to hear and even more difficult to get through...but we do and it changes us.

Bella said...

My thoughts are with you Wirecutter.

longrooffan said...

It's not the years, brother, it's the mileage. But still, thinking of you in my thoughts and prayers.