Sunday, September 18, 2011

All Alone

We are all alone, born alone, die alone, and — in spite of True Romance magazines — we shall all someday look back on our lives and see that, in spite of our company, we were alone the whole way. I do not say lonely — at least, not all the time — but essentially, and finally, alone. This is what makes your self-respect so important, and I don’t see how you can respect yourself if you must look in the hearts and minds of others for your happiness.
Hunter S. Thompson

Sunday, September 4, 2011

There's no courage in suicide

So... August 29, 2011

Ricky stuck his service pistol - a .40 caliber - into his mouth and pulled the trigger.

Selfish bastard.

Family. Girlfriend.  Regular friends.  Co-workers.  All lost out when Ricky pulled the trigger.

We'll never know what caused that action - no note.  But it had to be something pretty bad that he'd rather cause the pain to his family and friends instead of facing the problem head on.

His Hispanic machismo culture - the Marines - his job - all ultimately contributed to his action.  These exterior pressures made him believe - enough to pull the trigger - that there were zero alternatives. 

But for me it means that there's no more photo-buddy trips.  No more yelling at the TV when a sports team is on.  No more beers together.  No more honest, good and deep friendship.

Selfish.  Fucking.  Bastard.