found out this morning about another one of the gang who’s dead. details sketchy but major alcohol abuse is at the center of it. i’m sure this isn’t normal. but I guess I ran with a fast crowd for a while, lots of addiction, several suicides, a murder or two, and a couple uncategorized mysterious deaths like the girl who got her head cut off at the lake. if I believed in a conscious god here’s where i would quote the Wrath of Khan: “like a poor marksman you keep… missing…. the …. target”
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“…and a couple uncategorized mysterious deaths like the girl who got her head cut off at the lake.”
Whoa, what kind of crowd did you used to hang out with? O_o
boating accident. but a few too many unanswered questions…
my life is like a really badly written horror movie. I keep waiting for the main character to get killed off but it keeps dragging on and on
geez, I thought I was part of that kind of crew, the kind where half are killed off in the first decade….. but mine keep sticking around. They said they were fatally ill, but either they were catastrophically wrong, or they were lying
Oh but in every horror movie, there has to be a survivor, else who would tell the story?
also chuckled at “badly written horror movie”, are there well written ones? There are fantastic ones, but it’s never the writing, it’s the way the director and actors sell it.
Which is why stupid ideas like Pet Semetary land, and rather inspired ideas like The Black Phone don’t. It appears to me that no one making a horror movie can tell if they’re in a good or a bad one…. maybe that’s the metaphor, no one knows if it’s a good story while it’s going on.
haha don’t get me started on stephen king… he’s either a genius or a moron. I mean Cujo, a horror movie about… a big fuzzy st bernard? The whole time I’m like Dawwwwr izza puppeh dawgg <3
i've also experienced what you said: people who swear they're at death's door end up living forever (myself included). But I guess you're right, someone has to survive to tell the story and make it into a major motion picture with all the worst cliches.
like the cat that always jumps out at the worst time. One of these days I want to see the murderer turn out to be the cat
Sorry one of your friends died. I remember from one of your earlier posts you mentioned a lot of death of friends. Hope the afterlife is nice.
thanks.. my sadness is purely selfish. One less person I’ll ever relate to. There’s also a lot of envy boiling inside. and of course the fear that I’ll be the last one standing