Of all the evil souls that continue to exist, what the fuck were you thinking!?!
Patrick McArdle. Mentor, intellect, pagan, dancer, friend, father, good man. On Friday, instead of living with whatever pain he had inside of him, decided to take his own life and fell to his death from eight stories. He was 51 years old.
Patrick. I love you, but why are you such an idiot. You left a world behind that you taught me to appreciate. You taught me how to look at the world in gray areas. You taught me the beauty of knowledge. So what the hell are you teaching me now?
We were at you 'funeral'. Okay your enturnment. I understand why you almost became estranged from your family. They hated us being there. I could see it in their eyes. They didn't want the unitarians being there to their catholic family. And worse... we were pagans. We were reminders that you were deviant from your family. Some of us could here your little scough that you do when you disapprove. Fucking hell, they said you were in a better place, looking down on us. I don't believe you're looking down on us. You're out there somewhere, but you're giving us no mind. And if you are looking down on me, writing this journal, realize it's my rage and confusion that makes me so angry at you. So forgive these next words.
WHAT THE FUCK!? Why?!? Why the fuck did you do something like that? Was it work? Was it the headache? Was it us? What was going through your mind? What about us? What about Alyssa? Hell, what about the girls? What about everything?!?! Fucking idiot. All you can do now is just lay in that box smaller then a breadbasket while relatives throw dirt on you. Dick. Okay I'm done.
Whatever pain you felt in life is gone. You are now at peace. That's not a hope. That's a fucking command. Don't be tortured and awful in the next life. Feel the peace you felt when dancing with us. Not like the time you tripped and faceplanted the wall. Think of the good things in life.
We'll have something for you on Monday, for the pagans. Everyone will be there, don't worry. We'll try to get everyone there. In the new hall you never saw Sourcefire in.
I'll say more later. For the rest of you, I'm going to be... away for a bit.
Peace and blessings
-The Psycho Duck
Patrick. I love you, but why are you such an idiot. You left a world behind that you taught me to appreciate. You taught me how to look at the world in gray areas. You taught me the beauty of knowledge. So what the hell are you teaching me now?
We were at you 'funeral'. Okay your enturnment. I understand why you almost became estranged from your family. They hated us being there. I could see it in their eyes. They didn't want the unitarians being there to their catholic family. And worse... we were pagans. We were reminders that you were deviant from your family. Some of us could here your little scough that you do when you disapprove. Fucking hell, they said you were in a better place, looking down on us. I don't believe you're looking down on us. You're out there somewhere, but you're giving us no mind. And if you are looking down on me, writing this journal, realize it's my rage and confusion that makes me so angry at you. So forgive these next words.
WHAT THE FUCK!? Why?!? Why the fuck did you do something like that? Was it work? Was it the headache? Was it us? What was going through your mind? What about us? What about Alyssa? Hell, what about the girls? What about everything?!?! Fucking idiot. All you can do now is just lay in that box smaller then a breadbasket while relatives throw dirt on you. Dick. Okay I'm done.
Whatever pain you felt in life is gone. You are now at peace. That's not a hope. That's a fucking command. Don't be tortured and awful in the next life. Feel the peace you felt when dancing with us. Not like the time you tripped and faceplanted the wall. Think of the good things in life.
We'll have something for you on Monday, for the pagans. Everyone will be there, don't worry. We'll try to get everyone there. In the new hall you never saw Sourcefire in.
I'll say more later. For the rest of you, I'm going to be... away for a bit.
Peace and blessings
-The Psycho Duck