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Well.. everything just made a giant turn for the worst, I just found out one of my close friends with high school might be dead.

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Tuor: Stuff is our resident, hot mess, alcoholic.
Senel: Stuff is the patron saint of getting shitfaced. You replaced your organs with an engine that runs solely on alcohol.
RIP Lucky. I love you so much.

Oh, im sorry.
I've had friends die before so I know how it feels.

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oh no, I hope it isn't true

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I'm still the Queen of Dicks

It's true

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Tuor: Stuff is our resident, hot mess, alcoholic.
Senel: Stuff is the patron saint of getting shitfaced. You replaced your organs with an engine that runs solely on alcohol.
RIP Lucky. I love you so much.

I'm so sorry to hear that

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I don't even know how to react, I've never had someone close to me die before.

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Tuor: Stuff is our resident, hot mess, alcoholic.
Senel: Stuff is the patron saint of getting shitfaced. You replaced your organs with an engine that runs solely on alcohol.
RIP Lucky. I love you so much.

Just know that life goes on and that death is part of our own imperfection.
The longer you live the more you will see it.
And that whoever died is not suffering.

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Sometimes, no one does. I don't know how to react to that, but all I can say is think positively and hope for the best. I don't know what else to say, but i hope for the best.

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One of my best friends when I lived in Colombia died when I was a small kid. The problem was that I was too small to truly comprehend what it meant, so I just let it slide and it only hurt when I got older and realized that he was gone. The thing is it was too late. Same story when my great grandpa died. We all knew it was coming so it wasn't terribly hurtful but we do miss him. Only thing that could truly hurt me at this point is if either an immediate family member or life-long friend dies on me.

My suggestion wouldn't be to shut yourself off from people who might want to listen to you and help you stuff. By shutting yourself off from society you will only be making it worse since thoughts will start popping in your head and you won't have people to help you move on. I recommend talking with somebody [if you haven't already] speaking with the family of the friend and thinking of the happy times, not the times you could've had.

My child.

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And the Pimpeth lord sat amidst his real ballin' players, the Apostles, and raisingeth his cup of Cristal as they devoured the grapes and cheese from the finest bitches in town he said

"Sleepery Dee, Sleepery Doo.
Whoever betrays me tonight, I'll mo'fuckin' cap you!"

I'm so sorry Stuff.

I know how you feel. I had a good friend of mine, one of the nicest guys I ever meet die during our senior year. He was coming home from working at the ski resort nearby named Kelly Canyon, I'd been boarding with him a little bit before. He didn't have his pickup at the time, which may have saved his life, but he lost control and went over the rail while driving the family car back. The car went into a section of the frozen river. There was also another guy with him, and he did manage to call 911. They got him out of there, but they lost him due to injuries three hours latter at EIRMAC, our big hospital.

If you need anyone to talk with Stuff, we all are here for you. You can PM us, FB us, or Skype us. If there is anyway that I or anyone else here can help you out, just ask us. We'll do our best to let you cry on our electronic shoulders.


No one at the moment. In my time being here, It'd tie with Digi and Birdofterror. Each with their different reasons.


Most likely. Shame I noticed that thread after I posted that wall of text in the Predictions thread.





You're welcome Stuff. I love to brighten someone elses day anyway possible.

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yes, what BL said about us being here for you. a lot of us understand the pain of losing someone close.

I'm a great listener if you need it.

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*hugs Stuff*

We are all here for you!

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A Pimp Named Jeezy Creezy: Lasting all the way up to Valentine's.

And the Pimpeth lord sat amidst his real ballin' players, the Apostles, and raisingeth his cup of Cristal as they devoured the grapes and cheese from the finest bitches in town he said

"Sleepery Dee, Sleepery Doo.
Whoever betrays me tonight, I'll mo'fuckin' cap you!"

I still don't even know what happened. All I heard was a heart attack. He was 20 years old.

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Tuor: Stuff is our resident, hot mess, alcoholic.
Senel: Stuff is the patron saint of getting shitfaced. You replaced your organs with an engine that runs solely on alcohol.
RIP Lucky. I love you so much.

Heart attacks are odd that way. Family medical history has a good hand to play in it. sometimes you can do everything in the world to avoid it and it still happens because of past heart problems in your family.

I lost an uncle to it a few years ago. He was constantly active too, always hiking, biking, always out door. He loved going to Renaissance Fairs and doing sword shows. But Feburary 2006 he passed away from a heart attack at the age of 42. They found him just chilling at home in front of the TV, dead for about a week. A bag of Doritos and a Pepsi were on coffee table.

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I harbor a logical concern for heart attacks. I learned in a health course that it's rare in the twenties, but very common in the thirties.

guess I'm in the clear for now.

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A Pimp Named Jeezy Creezy: Lasting all the way up to Valentine's.

And the Pimpeth lord sat amidst his real ballin' players, the Apostles, and raisingeth his cup of Cristal as they devoured the grapes and cheese from the finest bitches in town he said

"Sleepery Dee, Sleepery Doo.
Whoever betrays me tonight, I'll mo'fuckin' cap you!"

@BL: Caffeine isn't good for your heart, so that could have factored somehow.

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Tuor: Stuff is our resident, hot mess, alcoholic.
Senel: Stuff is the patron saint of getting shitfaced. You replaced your organs with an engine that runs solely on alcohol.
RIP Lucky. I love you so much.

Caffeine isn't good for the heart? Shit I might be fucked then since I'm colombian and we drink coffee whenever we have a chance. Next they'll tell me that bread makes you fat :\

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A Pimp Named Jeezy Creezy: Lasting all the way up to Valentine's.

And the Pimpeth lord sat amidst his real ballin' players, the Apostles, and raisingeth his cup of Cristal as they devoured the grapes and cheese from the finest bitches in town he said

"Sleepery Dee, Sleepery Doo.
Whoever betrays me tonight, I'll mo'fuckin' cap you!"

BREAD MAKES YOU FAT?

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Tuor: Stuff is our resident, hot mess, alcoholic.
Senel: Stuff is the patron saint of getting shitfaced. You replaced your organs with an engine that runs solely on alcohol.
RIP Lucky. I love you so much.

Scott Pilgrim-five.

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A Pimp Named Jeezy Creezy: Lasting all the way up to Valentine's.

And the Pimpeth lord sat amidst his real ballin' players, the Apostles, and raisingeth his cup of Cristal as they devoured the grapes and cheese from the finest bitches in town he said

"Sleepery Dee, Sleepery Doo.
Whoever betrays me tonight, I'll mo'fuckin' cap you!"

:)

Too hard to pass up.

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Tuor: Stuff is our resident, hot mess, alcoholic.
Senel: Stuff is the patron saint of getting shitfaced. You replaced your organs with an engine that runs solely on alcohol.
RIP Lucky. I love you so much.

Especially when I set it up for you.

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A Pimp Named Jeezy Creezy: Lasting all the way up to Valentine's.

And the Pimpeth lord sat amidst his real ballin' players, the Apostles, and raisingeth his cup of Cristal as they devoured the grapes and cheese from the finest bitches in town he said

"Sleepery Dee, Sleepery Doo.
Whoever betrays me tonight, I'll mo'fuckin' cap you!"

Indeed.

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Tuor: Stuff is our resident, hot mess, alcoholic.
Senel: Stuff is the patron saint of getting shitfaced. You replaced your organs with an engine that runs solely on alcohol.
RIP Lucky. I love you so much.