not a good end
Friday ex wife gets keys and her lass finds me outside the library, Saturday clear flat, Monday impatient landlord wanted keys back. less than a day between finding out an old friend I was worried about is dead and having to go through his stinky flat.
so he had been getting worse for a while, liver and alcohol don't mix, in the last few weeks of life he had completely given up by the look of things, a real mess in that place,
several inches of yuck on everything, he was found on the sofa in the front room of his flat,
once more, I don't do squishy, I have enough trouble with those dead for several millennia,
I managed to not break while going through his stuff, his ex wife asked me to give her a hand as they had 1 day to clear out due to wanker landlord wanting the keys back. the kids in their early twenties really don't need those as the last memories of their dad.
anyways I didn't break til later in the night after burning a yard of slow match at home to try and get the stench out of my nose, the landlord needs new everything in that flat, so serves him right for being an impatient twat, a body in an enclosed flat for three weeks leaves a real mess.
anyways I have his kit to get rid of and the money will go to his kids.
depressing, but that is the way of things, we all die, some of us end up in a terrible situation with alcohol drugs or something else, unable to face it, they run but running doesn't work until you finally die alone.
and leave a stinking fetid mess for those around to clear up, anyways, seems I was the last to see him conscious as well having spoken to him outside the local shop. not the best of last words, I'm not feeling too well so don't pop round tonight, but strangely accurate.
it wasn't unforeseen that he may end like this, I have had better weekends! just depressing that he did end this way, anyways another day today, will see what tomorrow brings.
so he had been getting worse for a while, liver and alcohol don't mix, in the last few weeks of life he had completely given up by the look of things, a real mess in that place,
several inches of yuck on everything, he was found on the sofa in the front room of his flat,
once more, I don't do squishy, I have enough trouble with those dead for several millennia,
I managed to not break while going through his stuff, his ex wife asked me to give her a hand as they had 1 day to clear out due to wanker landlord wanting the keys back. the kids in their early twenties really don't need those as the last memories of their dad.
anyways I didn't break til later in the night after burning a yard of slow match at home to try and get the stench out of my nose, the landlord needs new everything in that flat, so serves him right for being an impatient twat, a body in an enclosed flat for three weeks leaves a real mess.
anyways I have his kit to get rid of and the money will go to his kids.
depressing, but that is the way of things, we all die, some of us end up in a terrible situation with alcohol drugs or something else, unable to face it, they run but running doesn't work until you finally die alone.
and leave a stinking fetid mess for those around to clear up, anyways, seems I was the last to see him conscious as well having spoken to him outside the local shop. not the best of last words, I'm not feeling too well so don't pop round tonight, but strangely accurate.
it wasn't unforeseen that he may end like this, I have had better weekends! just depressing that he did end this way, anyways another day today, will see what tomorrow brings.