A dart buddy back home in Columbia had a heart attack and died yesterday. I’d only known him a couple of years, but I always admired his sarcastic sense of humor. Even after I moved back to Korea he was cracking me up with his FB posts. I don’t think he could have been more than 45 years old which is way too young to go. You’ll be missed Martin.
Life as I know it goes on and that’s a good thing given the above referenced alternative. Not that I’m doing much with the blessing of waking up each day. My purpose of late seems to be drinking and darts, which for the most part is enjoyable if not particularly meaningful. I think getting back to work will be a good thing as I’m craving some purpose and structure that I can’t seem to carve out on my own.
Now, when I drink it’s a social activity. In other words, I don’t drink just for the sake of drinking or to get drunk. In fact, I almost never drink at home. I’ve many bar friends and acquaintances that I genuinely enjoy spending time with. In fact, those folks constitute probably 90% of my human interaction these days. So in may case it might be said that drinking cures loneliness. Which now that I’ve said it does strike me as being pretty fucking pathetic. Yep, I need to get back to work!
Yikes. Sorry to hear about this. Your friend looked a bit scrawny, based on that photo, but certainly not like heart-attack material.
Meanwhile, here’s hoping you’re back at the office—and in the saddle—soon. My condolences on the passing of your buddy.
john, more often than not I drink alone. not that I don’t prefer the company but it is the issue of dui. I could go to a restaurant with friends, have a few beers with my meal and get jacked-up by law enforcement on the way home. with regard to dui we have gone from one extreme to the other. I know that korea is no different. several years ago when back in the rok I was with my brother-in-law at a toll booth on the highway and the cops made him blow in a breathalyzer. man, I miss the days when I was stationed in korea. in the 80’s and 90’s me and my buds would “go downrange” or make a ” ville run” as we called it and get hammered. no car-no problem. so consider yourself lucky to be without a pov and having access to public transportation. let me leave you with these words by George thorogood and the Delaware destroyers, “the other day I got invited to a party but I stayed at home instead-just me and my pal johnny walker and his brothers black and red-and we drank alone, yeah with nobody else-yeah, you know when I drink alone I prefer to be by myself.
Thanks, Kevin. Skinny as a rail and didn’t smoke. And still I live. Go figure.
Soju, yep I fully understand what you are saying. I was always very paranoid in the USA and I really do appreciate the availability of public transit here.