Steinmetzify
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Met a dude on a forum awhile back, maybe 10 years ago.
He was a good dude, nice to talk to and we had things I common.
I had a guitar for sale, and he had an amp.
My shit was a partscaster and his shit was a DSL40c.
We agreed to a trade and it was on him for shipping.
He did it, and a friendship was formed.
As said above, we had a lot in common. Both military, both prison for a similar reason., which involved beating a guy who was beating in his woman, and in both of our cases the woman who was getting beat testified against both of us.
Fuck it. We get out, go on with our lives.
Still talking about guitar heroes. I hit him up one day. It was January, 2023.
I wanted to talk to him about Sleep Token. This band was kicking ass, and it WAS NOT his jam. This was a band that played an 8 string tuned to drop E which I had done and loved, but Greg was not down with AT ALL. Still, he could appreciate good music, so I sent him the link and moved on with my day.
I didn’t hear from Greg for 2 days.
That was unusual. He would always hit me back, even just to tell me that band was shit.
I don’t hear from Greg for 2 days.
I finally texted him after 2+ days saying, ‘yo you alive?’
Got a msg back from his wife saying he’d walked out into a field and shot himself.
This was a man that had brought himself up from a shit life, from military, from prison, from adoption, to being a man that had a great job as a statewide surveyor and someone that ran a completely nonprofit animal shelter. He had dogs and deer and elk and bears and everything.
Just one day, it was enough, and he was gone.
He never said anything. He never warned anyone.
I’m just sitting here, missing my friend.
I just wanted to tell people.
Don’t assume. Don’t. The people in your life need you. My friend needed me, and I didn’t notice. He never said anything, and I never knew.
Check in. ASK people. You might feel stupid, but you might not. You might end up in a 9 hour convo that saves someone’s life.
I miss my friend. I ask myself every day if I could have stopped it, if I could have saved him. I’ll never know, but I err on the side of guilt.
He was a good dude, nice to talk to and we had things I common.
I had a guitar for sale, and he had an amp.
My shit was a partscaster and his shit was a DSL40c.
We agreed to a trade and it was on him for shipping.
He did it, and a friendship was formed.
As said above, we had a lot in common. Both military, both prison for a similar reason., which involved beating a guy who was beating in his woman, and in both of our cases the woman who was getting beat testified against both of us.
Fuck it. We get out, go on with our lives.
Still talking about guitar heroes. I hit him up one day. It was January, 2023.
I wanted to talk to him about Sleep Token. This band was kicking ass, and it WAS NOT his jam. This was a band that played an 8 string tuned to drop E which I had done and loved, but Greg was not down with AT ALL. Still, he could appreciate good music, so I sent him the link and moved on with my day.
I didn’t hear from Greg for 2 days.
That was unusual. He would always hit me back, even just to tell me that band was shit.
I don’t hear from Greg for 2 days.
I finally texted him after 2+ days saying, ‘yo you alive?’
Got a msg back from his wife saying he’d walked out into a field and shot himself.
This was a man that had brought himself up from a shit life, from military, from prison, from adoption, to being a man that had a great job as a statewide surveyor and someone that ran a completely nonprofit animal shelter. He had dogs and deer and elk and bears and everything.
Just one day, it was enough, and he was gone.
He never said anything. He never warned anyone.
I’m just sitting here, missing my friend.
I just wanted to tell people.
Don’t assume. Don’t. The people in your life need you. My friend needed me, and I didn’t notice. He never said anything, and I never knew.
Check in. ASK people. You might feel stupid, but you might not. You might end up in a 9 hour convo that saves someone’s life.
I miss my friend. I ask myself every day if I could have stopped it, if I could have saved him. I’ll never know, but I err on the side of guilt.
