A good friend of mine died last weekend, of a massive heart attack. He was the same age as me.
Before he died, he often talked about leaving the hellhole that was his life in Denham Springs and starting over in the Australian Outback. We talked for hours about this. I was mostly affirming, trying to get him to understand just what exactly it would take to live out there.
If he had called me one day and said- I want to run free in the Outback. Can you help me get there? I would've helped him. Sure, it was a crazy dream. Sure, he wouldn't have lasted more than 3 months. But, it would have been the way he truly wanted to go.
I'm going to pay the Outback a visit and hold a mock funeral in his memory some day. Probably next year, since I have London calling next.
We called him "Fester" because he resembled Fester Adams to a freaken T. Was even weird like him, too.
So long, Fester. You were the best.