Jim and I stayed in touch after I left this fucking shit hole. We’d talk all the time. About stupid shit, politics, food, everything
it was amazing how much he and I had in common. I got to see how his decline affected him. Especially when he had to stop working and driving. That did him in mentally for a while
but he snapped back to it. Started cutting down on cigarettes. Eating a little better. Etc
he’d always tell me “I didn’t expect to wake up today” and I’d always tell him to stfu
regardless of his disposition. He was thankful for folks like me cb and others who stayed in contact with him. He was always thankful for the folks here who kept him engaged and entertained.
jim was a great guy. I tried donating a particular part of my body that he needed. But he said no. And I cried. Out of anger. Because I didn’t understand why he would say no. It was for fucking free. Many months later he said something to me. Something that explained why he turned me down.
it’s enough. I have to go. If it’s my time it’s my time.
fuck u Jim. U stupid selfish asshole. I will always love u bro. U were a great person