Yesterday afternoon, I was sitting in yet another interminable training class – Oil and Gas Contracts and FERC – trying desperately to stay awake.
My phone buzzed and I saw I had a Facebook message from Irrx. I read the message, feeling tears starting to well up in the corners of my eyes.
“Matthies has passed away.”
I couldn’t f-ing believe it.
One of the first people I met on LSD way back in 2005…
The friend who made me laugh when I needed it with posts on German Porn and the Horrible People’s Club.
The friend who persuaded me to go to law school to begin with, and to stay there even when I felt like a failure. The friend who didn’t say “I told you so” when I graduated with honors three years later.
The friend who convinced me to move to Denver after graduation. “you’ll love it,” he said, and he was right.
The very first friend I ever came out to. And even though he never really understood it –
“Whoa. I didn’t expect you to look so much like a chick.”
“WTF did you expect, Sasquatch in a dress?”
– I knew that if I needed it, he would have my back.
After all, he and Irrx got me good and drunk the weekend after my 27-year marriage ended, and were part of the small group who knew how hard I struggled and helped to keep me alive when I didn’t want to be here anymore.
And now, he is just…gone.
We don’t often take the time to tell people in our lives whom we care for that we do.
And that is just a f-ing shame.
Exile LSD was started as a place to post comments and moves in a Facebook Risk game that Matthies, Irrx and I were playing.
Now, after 1,366,651 Topic Views, 58,748 Topic Replies, and 5875 pages – the second-most popular thread in LSD history – it is fitting that it now come to an end with this.
I will miss you, Matthies. Thanks for all the help (and all the shite) you gave me. Thanks for making me laugh so hard my stomach hurt. Thanks for believing in me, encouraging me, and most of all, for being a friend.
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