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so friday night my boss, jon cardamone and his wife pam were killed on their harley by a 22 year old in a van. so saturday morning when i was supposed to get my call telling me what job i was working on for the day i got a different call with some horrible news. i must say i didnt know them as well as i would have liked, but from over the last year that i worked for them they have treated me better than any other owner's ever have. they will be greatly missed. RIP both of you. and Lord please be with their family. Eric and Adam are far too young to be forced to deal with such bullshit. life sucks. so i rolled up 1.5 grams of the sweetest giba and drove my ass over there to do what i could. on the way home i felt so weird about the mornings events that of coarse i had to stop by my parents house on the way home. and it looks like they are throwing a bid in on a home just down the street from their current house. my parents are seriously considering moving and it would be a nice compensation for me if they stayed in harrison twp. i have so many memories there that i feel like i would lose a part of if they didnt live there anymore. that will always be my home. its fucked up. so i came home just in time to clean up for our holloween party. and kevin drops on me the idea of buying a keg. definitly agreed and damn was that a sweet ass party. some punks decided to get sick. some other random kids tried to show up and start trouble. i dont know how they didnt get their asses beat. 2 punks standing in the street, with almost 10 of us, and they were refusing to go away. wild night though. wild night. good times. good times. thank you all for coming. except the bitches that stood in the street at 4 in the morning making noise. oh, and fuck you whoever invited those pricks. that was bullshit. it was the only fuckin dent in our perfect party.