life is just a lie with an F in it, and death is definate.
yesterday as i got ready to go out with the girl of my dreams, literally, my mother sat me down and told me my uncle had been found dead in a hotel room. drugs were involved but no one's certain whether it was an intentional suicide or an accidental overdose. either way it was tragic news that kind of shook me up... i wasn't exactly close with him, but i always looked up to him and in some ways wished he had been my father instead of his older brother. the guy seemingly had everything in the world going for him, all the resources necessary for success but somehow couldn't piece it all together once addiction got ahold of him. I always thought he was a real life action figure, and in more ways then one he really was. first off he was by far the most good looking and charismatic one in the family, he served several years in the military and then owned his own taekwondo dojo, motherfucker could do the splits with one foot planted on the ground and the other completely vertical in the air, i vividly remember him breaking through cinder blocks with his head. like 5 at a time. with his head... then he went to afghanastan and everything changed... his son was paralyzed from the neck down in a motorcycle accident, his wife ran his business into the ground and then divorced him. the only thing he really knew how to do for a living was selling cars at that point but once the economy took a shit he couldn't really support himself doing that. to think that this man who in my mind could have taken steven segal, chuck noris, and jackie chan simultaniously could be defeated by drugs is way too heavy for me. no matter how many deaths i encounter im never any more prepared for the grief that follows. hes been awarded i think its a bronze heart so the military will be involved in the ceremony next monday. such horrible circumstances for a family to reunite, eioshdgldssdh way too heavy