So a guy I lived with my second year of college died this
week. Fifty-four, had a massive
coronary. Poof – gone! I hope he’d walked through the gates of
enlightenment but I’m doubten her (Brockville speak). Probably back for another 5 or 10 or 20,000
lifetimes according to those whacky Hindu hijinks or who knows, maybe just worm
food. Irrespective of ones philosophical
beliefs he’s certainly shipped out of this dimension – Gonedy! (more Brockville
speak with a little phonetic Hindu twist).
We lived together in a three-bedroom dump in “Da Get-toe” on
Morissette off of Merivale in Ottawa. Funny
the things you remember. One was a yearlong
competition. The rules were simple. When you went to the can at night, you kept
the lights off and sat down to pee. Once
seated you flicked on the light. The
object was to kill as many cockroaches as possible as they scattered in the
light. Apparently I wasn’t much of a Buddhist
or Tolstoyan in college. Kevin, our
third roomy held the lofty record of eleven in a single seating by years-end.
Jack was a really solid guy.
He was going to school to study Law and Security in hopes of becoming a
cop. Boy was he living with the wrong
dudes. Anyway, he never became a
policeman and I hope he was good with that.
The last time I spoke with him was about five years back. He was married to a girl I went to high school
with and they had a couple of boys. Life
seemed good.
I can’t imagine that he’s gone.
I better get busy – time’s short!
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