With the loss of our friend Matt/ @dffapa /”Captain Morgan” we are all reminded how quickly someone can be gone. As Marc said to me earlier on Twitter “We were just joking around with him a month or so ago?” This is a rough truth to deal with. I, having come from a military family and having been in the Army whilst we are at war, know this feeling far too well. It’s a weird feeling, their is a numbness, as the human psyche is not fully prepared to rationalize such an event, with it’s overload of emotions, and we are not prepared to handle the influx. I don’t think it gets easier, but it can get more constructive. Instead of being dark depressed assholes, we need to look at the good times and realize nothing is forever.
I’ve lost so many friends, and it always seems to be the good ones. Even the selfish fuckers who took their own life were far to good for this world. This kind of stuff has really taken it’s toll on me in the past few years, and I have often found myself in the darkest of holes. For those who have gone, they would not want us to be sad. I believe Matt would say “Cheer up dude! There’s Malbec to drink, and dogs to hug!” We loved to talk dogs, working out, food, and booze, among a myriad of other topics. I guess the thing that makes it the hardest is the fact that you walk around and you see these fuckers “swipin’ their EBT’s,” reproducing out of control, or otherwise being worthless. It sucks not having “blinders on” like the majority of the population, and makes it much harder when a great one is lost. Will most of us be remembered in 100 years, probably not, but in the meantime we can take the good times we’ve had with friends and family, both alive, and who’ve come and gone, to remind us there is good in the world, and as long as we keep them in our hearts they are never truly gone.
Pull that landing gear up bro and stay in the sky.