To all my friends who have died (or survived)

Feeling some melancholy lately and a lot of reflection on my friends who have died (also those who have survived). 

Whether it was on the street or in the military

 I will never forget any of you. 

Interestingly survivors  wind up killing themselves either quickly or slowly because they feel bad about being here when others aren’t. There’s folks I know from “back in the day” still and there’s others that I know but like to pretend they don’t know or remember or that they were even there. Maybe they haven’t dealt with what happened or the things we had seen, did or had to do.

Acknowledging me as part of a past which you feel shame is ok, pretend you don’t know me. I’ll always know but I feel no shame nor should you! 

Sometimes fucked up shit happens to fucked up people. Take it and move on, but you can never forget it no matter how hard you try. Better to accept the past in order to make your own future. 

Thanks for tuning in. -Evil von Scarry