just skimming the news a little while ago and saw an arrest issued for a guy responsible for an OWI last november and killing the passenger in his car. C Licked on it and my ex girlfriend was killed in November. What a fucking ton of bricks. This was a high school thing back in 99-2000. Lost contact, haven't seen or spoken to her since 2003ish. She had a hard life. got knocked up, guy ran out on her. So i pulled up the state court records on her. My god. Drug offenses, OWI, licenses suspensions, omitted once for medical evaluation. served a few months in prison. But god damn it she's dead. at 29. She's the first. I've dealt with death, cousins, great uncles, etc. but this is the first person to die that was emotionally and physically close to. When we were dating she smoked a little weed so whatever, but it seems she became a pretty bad addict, looks like meth. I facebook stalked her sisters and dad, and going back even to the day of the accident they were like "ya, its sad, let's remember her healthy and safe, not the way she was the past few years." They were not surprised at all. God Damn It. http://www.legacy.com/obituaries/desmoinesregister/obituary.aspx?pid=167896201
thank you I know i'm just a fuck who dicks around on here, but posting this and writing it out helps. she was a troubled girl with lots of issues. she has a 10 year old son who's now being raised by his grandpa. I remember once, I let her friend drive my dads car when she was 14 to go picked up a bag of weed. But she was the first girl that i dated that felt like a serious relationship. it was all night phone conversations, and when we hung out, it was just me and her. I remember the first place we kissed. it was in a piece of ground overlooking Interstate 80. she was wearing booty shorts and a white wife beater. She was the first girl I ever took to a school dance. we went to homecoming for all of 90 minutes and spent the rest of the night making out in my truck near the end of the runways at the airport. I was there the day she got her homecoming dress. she tried it on her room. she was the first girl I ever saw in just bra and panties. my Aunt actually had that homecoming picture on her refrigerator until i got married in 2007. her favorite song was One Week by Bare Naked Ladies. damn
Born in 1984? Way too young to die. I was just getting out of the Air Force about that time, still over half a decade away from making a baby of my own. My neighbor across the street died at her age from an overdose. Sad to say, but when bad habits chase you, they bring an ass-whipping with them.
she was the first girl do go down on me. she was wearing leopard print panties at the time and i fingered her while she did it. only had sex once, in my car.
Well, that sucks. I know what it's like, I'm literally a week away from one of my high school best friend's suicide 10 years ago.
Makes me think of Jackie from high school. Beautiful sexy redhead, party girl, devilish sense of humor. I was pretty emotionally retarded in high school (yeah, yeah, shut up) and had no clue how to relate to girls beyond the in-school friendship, so despite a raging lust for her, it never went beyond kidding around in class. Saw her at our 10-year reunion and she was the same wild child, had a blast bullshitting and dancing as if no time had passed (but I was married and her husband was there, so, que sera, sera). At our 20-year, she wasn't there. I found out she'd become an alcoholic, lost everything, and died alone in her apartment when she passed out and fell in such a position that she suffocated. What the HELL, Jackie?!?
Face just led him exactly where he wanted to go anyway. It is educational however to see what a 14 year old pot head who once slobbed Mila's knob turned into. Was it the pot? Was it the trauma of having had Mila's diseased penis inside her?
Hey, the death of an imaginary person is no laughing matter and calls for the utmost in seriousness, even in the Red Room.
