Catchy, no?
I found out from some stalker creep on the street a few weeks ago.
Bob died last October. We were part of each other's lives for ten years. We lived in the same small town, during all of that, including the part where we stopped being part of each other's lives. Total time 1996 through 2008, when Bob died.
How the hell did this happen?
I don't know how to answer that. It's a good question. How did my life turn into something where I live in a small town for all these years, and one of my oldest friends, until he died...died himself...and nobody bothered to tell me. Until some crazy asshole I've been trying to fend off for years, set on me in a grocery store parking lot (we only have a few grocery stores here) and attempted to use the two month old news of an old and lost friend of mine to try to trick me into talking to him.
I screamed at the stalker; "Life's a bitch, people die!" and then I walked into the grocery store, quickly.
This is not right. My life should not be like this. There is something very, very wrong about this.