Why I Hate People

or, a smattering of the crap that goes through my head on a daily basis...

Wednesday, November 29, 2006

A Little too Close to Home

Seeing as I apparently keep my head thoroughly planted up my own ass, I just found out about this last night.

It's a guy I went to high school with, and while I only vaguely knew him personally, we had many common friends.

And now he's dead.

The bar he was at, Bryden's? Probably the one I've frequented most in Toronto. The TD ATM across the street he went to? Been to that about a million times. The alleyway he was killed in? Leads to the Jane Subway Station. I know it well enough that I could probably picture exactly where the fucker was hiding.

Some details you won't hear in the news, but I know becuase Neil's sister knows that group of friends really well:

Mike was apparently brain dead when he arived at the hospital, and was pronounced dead almost immediately. The fact that the news kept saying he was in critial condition was a little inaccurate. He was on life support because he's an organ donor. Having people asking you how your friend is when you already know he's dead, but the news is reporting otherwise, is a little traumatic, to say the least.

Also, the murderer almost immediately sped away in a cab. As the ultimate Good Samaritan, a guy in a car nearby who saw the whole thing offered to give Mike's friends a lift, and they caught up to him. After a brief chase on foot, they apprehended him, and since one of (I think) Mike's cousins is like 300 lbs., he just sat on the shit until the cops showed up.

Anyway, a little more drama this week than I'd like, especially considering the premise for Neil's phone call last night was to set up the details for me playing at a Memorial Service for his grandfather on Sunday... which is creepy in and of itself, as I played at his 80th birthday 7 or 8 years ago......

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