Frustrated Central
Currently, I'm an extra special serving of what the fuck. Today I learned that Alan Johnson died. He hung himself.
Now I'm tracing back. Last conversation: I talked with him through facebook over how he was friends with Evan Bloom. Seemed strange to me, since I met Evan through Manda. Turns out they were roommates back in Alan's BSC days.
In a stupid, selfish way, I am angry at Alan. Where the fuck are we going to host Gamer Thanksgiving? Yeah, that's right - get incensed over how Alan's death complicates holiday gathers. But it does. And so much more. Not only will Gamer Thanksgiving have to find a new home, but there won't be an Alan looking with glee as food clutters tables and friends gather to make it vanish. No more time with Alan. What a fucking killjoy this is.
Now I'm tracing back. Last conversation: I talked with him through facebook over how he was friends with Evan Bloom. Seemed strange to me, since I met Evan through Manda. Turns out they were roommates back in Alan's BSC days.
In a stupid, selfish way, I am angry at Alan. Where the fuck are we going to host Gamer Thanksgiving? Yeah, that's right - get incensed over how Alan's death complicates holiday gathers. But it does. And so much more. Not only will Gamer Thanksgiving have to find a new home, but there won't be an Alan looking with glee as food clutters tables and friends gather to make it vanish. No more time with Alan. What a fucking killjoy this is.