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Misery Is Everywhere before/after I knew a guy once big fat son of a bitch red hair, He worked at the RTC with me. He could light up a room with his enthusiasm for life. The type of guy that always made you smile, and told everyone he loved them quickly. I spent time with him, his family. He tried pawning one of his daughters off on me. Bob, you don't want me to fuck your daughter. "Hell! Somebody's got to fuck her!" he said with a laugh. We went to the bars and strip clubs together, many a drunk mile. One night he got a strippers' panties on his head and turned to howl at me. "I just didn't want you to think I was no fun." he said Sure, sure. He cheated on his wife, even in his ungainly girth, always got the girls, the strippers always tell him their real name, as they do with me. We lost contact, awhile back, he and I, His son killed someone in a DUI, He got caught cheating, his wife divorced him, kicked him out, had a heart attack and bypass surgury, and now is in jail for killing a seventeen year old kid with his own DUI. I should probably go see him, BUT I don't know what to say. Misery is everywhere. I hope he's okay.
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