This is a true story.
“Bob” went home for lunch and never came back, forever. We didn’t find out until the next morning, when one of the big-wigs called us all into the lunch room. He passed around a tissue box saying somberly that Bob “had taken his own life. His friend found him last night.”
I really didn’t know Bob very well. But I had heard the rumors that he’d gotten a bad review and didn’t get a raise and was told, basically, “it’s time to start […]
Today I threw away a bunch of stuff that for some reason I’d been saving for years. I can’t take it with me, right? And I really don’t want other people having to clean up my mess.
It was kind of a cathartic experience: Bits and pieces of my past, my “life,” things that seemed so important to me at one time… right into the trash like meaningless rubbish. Litter of a lost life. All of it just so much garbage. Toss it out. Useless bullsh*t.
One step closer…
(Music from The Sopranos, Season 6, ep. 20, “Blue Comet”)
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