Jake died today of a heart attack. A very large piece of me died with him. He was my buddy, by best friend, and my son. Words cannot express the loss I feel. He now lays in a freezer awaiting creamataion, I now now rest in a stupor of 20 year old glenfiddich and a vairiety of prescripton drugs.
At least the scotch is good
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Tomorrow will bring a new day, and perhaps in his memeory I'll rock and roll the bot for some boints... perhaps I shall wallow is self pity and grief.
Tomorow will tell