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Last of the Mohicans
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=htd_DLRZDCs
Me and Mike Connolly
and Scott Ruit
and
Wayne Bouten
Used to take Mescaline
while
smoking a few hoobies
up
in the Catskill Mountains
While listening to The Wall Album,
camping
for the weekend
in the peace of Nature
It was like we were travelling
across
the universe together,
in our very own
reality
They're all dead
now.
I'm the last of the
Mohicans
left
Wayne
died of an asthma
attack
in the 90's
Scott fell from a cliff,
climbing
the Shawangunks
in 2000
Mike was a chef
out
in Los Vegas
And when the government
shut
his restaurant down
during the Covid Lockdowns,
he became
super-depressed
And
swallowed a bunch
of pills
in September 2020.
I'm the last one
left
The last of the Mohicans.
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My heart goes out to you for
My heart goes out to you for these losses.
J-Called
No Winners
They say life is a series of losses. As Earnest Hemingway once said, “Winner Takes Nothing”
Because there is no winner. Death is the final arbitrator.
It is a horrific feeling when
It is a horrific feeling when one's friends pass away. I just recently learned of some deaths at my old college, and it shook me up pretty bad. And it is the persistent facts of this problem that only Faith can put into place.
J-Called
Tribute to the bonds friendship, the cage bars of loss,
..a spotlight on the spinning wheel of mortality.
I am sorry that you've had to see them go. Not knowing them, I can't help but mourn most for your most recently loss. Seems that at least one, if not both your other two friends, died doing things they loved. Your friend Mike died being kept from what he loved. The tragedy of which seems greatest of all, and quite criminal.
A recent study suggests your friend is far from alone, in one sense or another, finding twice as many people have likely died from policy decisions around sars-covi-2 than from the disease itself (not to mention the people who died from the disease but could have been saved if better medical advice and access to various not-so-profitable treatments were given). My dad very possibly was one of them. He was bed ridden in a hospital. My mom, myself, or other family took turns staying with him daily, and watching his medical treatment closely. He could not speak for himself, due to his condition. In March of 2020, the hospital barred us from seeing him, then moved him to a nursing home against my mom's will. We were finally allowed to see him nearly 15 months later, the day he would ultimately die. The funeral home told us that they had never seen bed sores so bad in their 4 decade history as a family business.
Anyway, I mean not to hijack your mournful write, only to share that, in a way, I can relate at least to your latest loss. I think many, many people can. I hope you can find some solace, and I think you have done real honor to all 3 of your friends, and what you all have shared, with this write.
Buckle-up – the ride is just starting
What boggles my mind most, is the open/widespread criminality manifesting everywhere. There is no tiny corner untouched by it.
The entire world, its politics, its medicine, its agriculture, its institutions of learning, the corporate media, the tech giants, the regulatory agencies… the entire apple, is rotten to the core.
It’s like we’re in the midst of some Lord of The Rings Trilogy, in that epoch when evil spreads its tentacles everywhere.
What’s on the other side of this, is anyone’s guess.
Whatever it is, it’s going to be a hell of a roller-coaster ride.
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