Party On!
GF is making a memorial BBQ for Nardo, who passed from this world two months ago, which is kind of surreal.
GF's nephew has since come to live with us to find a new life, leaving a job in a northern diamond mine,
where he was breathing silica and has a persistent cough only after 2 years of working as a janitor
in Yellowknife.
GF has asked Nardo's friends to gather in memory of him tomorrow, inviting about 30 people to attend.
I am scheduled to hold a gallery show tomorrow at the salon now that the weather is better.
It's typical of him to give a party and not chip in to have GF pay for everything.
I don't want to be around all those strangers nor do I want to celebrate Nardo.
I know he's dead, but that's no excuse, he was such a letch. I hated his
sense of entitlement, and lack of gratitude, when he lived with us,
and I don't have any reservations about ignoring anything to do with him. Here we are picking up the costs of everything. It took us 2 months to finally get rid of his belongings to appropriate friends. GF is still going through his journals to find drawings and writings to us in a book, to raise funds to pay for burying him. She has a gofundme and many, many friends.. who have contributed to help GF get through this. She intends to put together a book in memoriam of him. Personally, I think my posts paint a truer picture of him. GF is expending much energy to achieve all this. She cries at times, overwhelmed with grief, but not upset, more like happy he left. She says he was pulling her down, to the point she was thinking of driving herself and him off a cliff. Christ!
I'm happy the bastard still had the balls to take himself out of the picture. He was heading for a royal nightmare. He really wasn't himself, he was dissociated and incoherent. Poor bastard must have really really suffered with himself to choose to jump in the ocean.
Well, I said it before and I'll say it again, "Goodbye asshole."
I dream of sausage...
.
GF's nephew has since come to live with us to find a new life, leaving a job in a northern diamond mine,
where he was breathing silica and has a persistent cough only after 2 years of working as a janitor
in Yellowknife.
GF has asked Nardo's friends to gather in memory of him tomorrow, inviting about 30 people to attend.
I am scheduled to hold a gallery show tomorrow at the salon now that the weather is better.
It's typical of him to give a party and not chip in to have GF pay for everything.
I don't want to be around all those strangers nor do I want to celebrate Nardo.
I know he's dead, but that's no excuse, he was such a letch. I hated his
sense of entitlement, and lack of gratitude, when he lived with us,
and I don't have any reservations about ignoring anything to do with him. Here we are picking up the costs of everything. It took us 2 months to finally get rid of his belongings to appropriate friends. GF is still going through his journals to find drawings and writings to us in a book, to raise funds to pay for burying him. She has a gofundme and many, many friends.. who have contributed to help GF get through this. She intends to put together a book in memoriam of him. Personally, I think my posts paint a truer picture of him. GF is expending much energy to achieve all this. She cries at times, overwhelmed with grief, but not upset, more like happy he left. She says he was pulling her down, to the point she was thinking of driving herself and him off a cliff. Christ!
I'm happy the bastard still had the balls to take himself out of the picture. He was heading for a royal nightmare. He really wasn't himself, he was dissociated and incoherent. Poor bastard must have really really suffered with himself to choose to jump in the ocean.
Well, I said it before and I'll say it again, "Goodbye asshole."
I dream of sausage...
.