Comments | abyssus_invocat: Joseph Patrick O'Cassidy

abyssus_invocat

Joseph Patrick O'Cassidy

Feb 09, 2005 00:16

I got this idea from another journal of a friend, but im changing it a bit ( Read more... )

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abyssus_invocat February 9 2005, 06:37:15 UTC

mine is the night a friend moved away from town, and i got to really hang out with him one on one for the first time, and i saw how intelligent he really was, and a real life person, not just a co worker, thats when we really became friends i think. and of course there was the karaoke, hahahahahhaa, good times.

swimfreestyle February 9 2005, 07:31:14 UTC

my favourite memory is all of them.
hanging out in his apartment...
making him let me change a lightbulb for him when he was drunk so he wouldn't fall off the table and break his neck...
chats in the cantina or in the bus station out back...
driving him to the circle k every night after work...
searching his apartment for a letter he wrote to candace...
swimming behind the lex, and then going to the pier at closing to get some food...

yeah i could go on but i won't.

rebellious_turd February 9 2005, 14:06:01 UTC

getting drunk on the beach

abyssus_invocat February 9 2005, 21:46:07 UTC

yes, many good times, ha, he was definatly a handfull after a few beers. he got very insightful... he should have taught lectures.

sherastormz February 11 2005, 23:50:35 UTC

Last year on Joe's birthday, I was broke and didn't get him anything.
He didn't care, because he never did, but I felt bad, because he'd been my rock all winter long.
So after about an hour, I looked over and said, Joe!
When he looked over, I grabbed my boobs and winked at him. "Happy Birthday!"
He got the biggest shit-eating grin I'd ever seen. (Lovers of Joe know this look.)
From then on, any time he was feeling bad, he'd say, "Heathur, pretend it's my birthday!" and I'd grope my boobies just to make him grin.