Friday, August 17, 2018
Thursday, August 16, 2018
I wouldn't have called my ex neighbor a miser, but that's exactly what he was in his life. He lived two lives really. He got married and had one child with Mary and then he left her or she left him and he has not seen either his child or Mary since decades before I met the man. When I knew him, Bob was a quiet guy who went to work in the middle of the night and then came home and listened to music. I think he played bass guitar. I sometimes heard a few notes here and there. I sometimes went over and hung out with him. We smoked some, we drank some, and we always got along... even though we never could see eye to eye politically speaking. One day Bob came out and told me he didn't have very much time left. I didn't even ask why? He told me he had something for me in his storage unit and he handed me the key. He said it was a medium sized box in the back marked "time" on the side.
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