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Work was like a morgue today. It was obvious that no one wanted to be there, and it was incredibly difficult to put on my happy customer face and go help people with shit I couldn't care less about. Everything just seemed so unimportant. I burst into tears three times-- once at the gallery and twice at [retail]. I think I've finally used up all my tears and now I'm just mad.
The news is saying now that this murder is connected to two others that have happened in the last week. I can't help but wonder if my friend-- his name was Aldo-- knew that those people would come after him too. Evidently what really happened was that he was over at the home of two friends of his, and he and the husband went out on an errand. While they were gone, the wife called them and said that some men were trying to break in, then called the police. The men came back and tried to get the intruders to leave, and then Aldo was shot. By the time the police arrived it was too late. It probably would have been too late no matter what.
It's so weird, I can't even remember the last time I talked to him. It is so cliche to say that you don't expect things like this to happen, but you don't. I certainly could have gone my whole life without saying that I knew someone who had been murdered. The whole day at work was so weird, knowing that he'll never be back, but unable to stop seeing him everywhere.
The news is saying now that this murder is connected to two others that have happened in the last week. I can't help but wonder if my friend-- his name was Aldo-- knew that those people would come after him too. Evidently what really happened was that he was over at the home of two friends of his, and he and the husband went out on an errand. While they were gone, the wife called them and said that some men were trying to break in, then called the police. The men came back and tried to get the intruders to leave, and then Aldo was shot. By the time the police arrived it was too late. It probably would have been too late no matter what.
It's so weird, I can't even remember the last time I talked to him. It is so cliche to say that you don't expect things like this to happen, but you don't. I certainly could have gone my whole life without saying that I knew someone who had been murdered. The whole day at work was so weird, knowing that he'll never be back, but unable to stop seeing him everywhere.