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Steinmetzify wrote:Man I’m fuckin wrecked.

Greg and I bonded over a gear trade; I had a guitar he wanted and he offered me a DSL combo for it and I said ok.

That was 10+ years ago and as of last month he still had that guitar. He still loved it, rocked it all the time and would call me to ask what I thought about putting in this pickup or those tuners or whatever.

I’m 49 and at my age it’s really hard to find guys that have shared life experiences. I haven’t really talked about this on this or any other forum, but I’ve struggled with drugs, I’ve been in both the military and in prison. I’ve straightened up my life in the last 20 years and I’m doing ok.

Greg was the same; drugs, military and prison and we talked about all of it all the time. After all of that, if you’re honest with a person, it’s sometimes hard for them to take you at face value. I remember him telling me numerous times ‘you’re not that guy anymore, you don’t have to BE that guy anymore. You don’t have to give in to the rage, the anger, the violence. You don’t have to hurt people, it’s ok to let things go.’

And I did. Thanks to Greg. He’s part of the reason I am who I am today; a solid guy with a good job, I make serious money and have a family that I take care of.

I loved that guy. I know we said it to each other drunkenly many times; both of us marveled at the fact that at our age we could find a friend that we’d be this close to, that we’d have this much in common with. I really wish I could have said it one more time.

I’m sad. I’m really sad that my good friend is gone. He was a rare person, and anyone that got to know him would realize it. Fuck man, anyone that even had a conversation with him would know that.

I’m sad that there aren’t going to be any more random conversations, no gear talk, no random ‘it’s Wednesday so here’s a video of one of my dogs’.

There isn’t going to be anything.

I’m sad. I miss my friend, I miss the fact that I’m never going to hear his voice again, he’s never again going to take the time to send me music he wants me to listen to and then call me to talk about; he’s never going to call me with a problem I could help him with.

He wasn’t a ‘good dude’. He was the fuckin BEST guy. He was the guy that all of us should strive to be.

He had a good job, he provided for his family and aside from that he straight up FOUNDED a non-profit animal sanctuary that took in literally anything. Last time I talked to him he had numerous dogs, cats, iguanas, alpacas, fuckin crocodiles (dude sent me vids of that shit it was crazy) birds, snakes, motherfucking PENGUINS.

I just talked to Michelle.

Greg killed himself.

Just typing those words made me break up.

I thought I was that guy in his life that could stop that. I thought he could call me and I could make that go away.

I wasn’t. I had no missed calls, no unread texts, nothing.

He gave me no iindication that he was even thinking about this.

End of the day I miss my guy.

There’s nothing that can make up for this. He was my dude and I don’t ever get to talk to him again, about anything.

FML

Devin wrote:

Steinmetzify wrote:Man I’m fuckin wrecked.

Greg and I bonded over a gear trade; I had a guitar he wanted and he offered me a DSL combo for it and I said ok.

That was 10+ years ago and as of last month he still had that guitar. He still loved it, rocked it all the time and would call me to ask what I thought about putting in this pickup or those tuners or whatever.

I’m 49 and at my age it’s really hard to find guys that have shared life experiences. I haven’t really talked about this on this or any other forum, but I’ve struggled with drugs, I’ve been in both the military and in prison. I’ve straightened up my life in the last 20 years and I’m doing ok.

Greg was the same; drugs, military and prison and we talked about all of it all the time. After all of that, if you’re honest with a person, it’s sometimes hard for them to take you at face value. I remember him telling me numerous times ‘you’re not that guy anymore, you don’t have to BE that guy anymore. You don’t have to give in to the rage, the anger, the violence. You don’t have to hurt people, it’s ok to let things go.’

And I did. Thanks to Greg. He’s part of the reason I am who I am today; a solid guy with a good job, I make serious money and have a family that I take care of.

I loved that guy. I know we said it to each other drunkenly many times; both of us marveled at the fact that at our age we could find a friend that we’d be this close to, that we’d have this much in common with. I really wish I could have said it one more time.

I’m sad. I’m really sad that my good friend is gone. He was a rare person, and anyone that got to know him would realize it. Fuck man, anyone that even had a conversation with him would know that.

I’m sad that there aren’t going to be any more random conversations, no gear talk, no random ‘it’s Wednesday so here’s a video of one of my dogs’.

There isn’t going to be anything.

I’m sad. I miss my friend, I miss the fact that I’m never going to hear his voice again, he’s never again going to take the time to send me music he wants me to listen to and then call me to talk about; he’s never going to call me with a problem I could help him with.

He wasn’t a ‘good dude’. He was the fuckin BEST guy. He was the guy that all of us should strive to be.

He had a good job, he provided for his family and aside from that he straight up FOUNDED a non-profit animal sanctuary that took in literally anything. Last time I talked to him he had numerous dogs, cats, iguanas, alpacas, fuckin crocodiles (dude sent me vids of that shit it was crazy) birds, snakes, motherfucking PENGUINS.

I just talked to Michelle.

Greg killed himself.

Just typing those words made me break up.

I thought I was that guy in his life that could stop that. I thought he could call me and I could make that go away.

I wasn’t. I had no missed calls, no unread texts, nothing.

He gave me no iindication that he was even thinking about this.

End of the day I miss my guy.

There’s nothing that can make up for this. He was my dude and I don’t ever get to talk to him again, about anything.

FML

Was he sick?

Steinmetzify wrote:motherfucking PENGUINS.

itchyfingers wrote:It's always the good ones...

May he be surrounded by all the sweet animals he cared for that have also passed on.

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