Nice Job Jerry - Way to Kill Yourself You Dumb Fuck

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I have never started a Pit thread, or even posted in this forum, until now.

Usually, when somebody here loses a friend, they post a nice eulogy to pay homage to their life accomplishments, or other glorification-type praise threads. Not this time.

Gerald (Jerry) O. – (1964-2004) ~ HERE LIES A STUPID DUMB FUCK!

You had it all, buddy. A good job, a nice apartment, a nice car, a sweetheart of a girlfriend who loved you without question. You were a good guy with a great family who gave you love and support, you had a bunch of friends who would have been there for you. You were smart, funny, confident and possessed one of the sweetest golf swings I have ever had the pleasure of seeing in person. You became a scratch golfer and had a membership at one of the finest golf courses in town. We use to joke that you were either a “yuppie” on the way up, or a “hippie” on the way down. Your life was a good one, Jerry. Many people dream their lives were that good.

So Jerry - why in the fuck did you start using crack cocaine?

Sure Jerry – We know you won’t get hooked on it. Not you man, you’re too smart to get addicted. You keep telling us that. You say it’s just a “recreational pastime”. No Jerry, golfing is a recreational pastime, doing crack isn’t - you dumb fuck!!

I have been racking my brain all week trying to understand. Why’d ya do it Jer?

Why did you quit your nice job at the brewery and fall off the face of the earth for the past two years?
Why’d ya leave your high school sweetie and move in with that crack ho girlfriend? Can’t you see she is just using you for you money and that you are too fucking stoned and/or too stupid to see it?
Why’d ya sell your car, your golf membership, then all of your furniture?
Why’d ya pawn your clubs, your jewelry, and then finally your suits and expensive clothes?

And why in the FUCK did you put your family and friends through HELL, by not calling ANY of them for TWO FUCKING YEARS! Your poor mom Jerry – she had been phoning all of the people you used to know to try and get some word as to your whereabouts, to scrounge some tidbit of information for her to know that you were still fucking alive.
You could have called her you selfish prick, or called your sister. They are two the sweetest ladies on the planet Jerr, and they didn’t deserve that. Your friends didn’t deserve that kind of torture either. That’s the part of it all that I find to be the most reprehensible. Too fucking selfish to pick up a phone.

Now you’re fucking dead.

Your partially decomposing body was found in a shit-infested hole of a rooming house with the needle and rubber tie-off still dangling from your arm. I guess the whore you lived with must have taken off when the money ran out, because apparently no one found your corpse for 3-4 days. After 2 years, you had lost so much weight that even your mom had trouble identifying you at the morgue. Isn’t that a great last image of her son for your mom to take to her grave. But at least now she knows what happened to you.

Way to go dude. I hope you caught a good buzz.

Before, when someone would mention the term “crack addict” - I used to picture some low-life scum walking the city streets with a needle in his arm, shooting dope.

Now when someone says, “crack addict” – I picture my old buddy Jerry walking the golf links with a putter in his hand- shooting par.

What a fucking Putz.

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My condolences to you and your friend’s family.

I’ll never know why drugs which endanger your life are alluring to some people.

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My condolences.

He was forty years old? Whatthehell’s a guy his age doing screwing around with drugs?

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Terrible. What a waste.

I think I’ll call my out of state friend who’s been flirting with crystal methamphetamine tonight.

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My sympathies are with you and his family. Are you sure it was crack though? Crack is usually smoked in a crack pipe. Heroin is the one that you inject like that.

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Thanks folks.

No - I am not sure what he was injecting. I knew he was smoking crack in the beginning, then he vanished. He was found with a needle, so I guess he may have graduated to heroin. I didn’t ask when his sister phoned to tell me, but you’re probably right Shag.

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My condolences. Man what a waste.

Whenever I hear about something like this I’m always suggest that the person read a book called “A Million Little Pieces” by James Frey. It’s told by a recovering alcoholic, crack addict, junkie who started out with everything but hit a violent rock bottom. It’s quite a story and gave me a whole new perspective on how a person can spiral out of control into their own personal hell.

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Weed is a “recreational pastime.” Crack is a black hole which will engulf your money, career, and life.

My sincerest condolences.

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BTW, is anyone else reminded of Brad Nowell of Sublime by this story?

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My condolences.

After I saw what drugs did to the Bronx when I was a kid in the 70’s, I had absolutely no curiousity about them. And they didn’t have crack yet.

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Been there, done that. Except for the dying part.

Sorry to hear that another died of this disease.

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This made me think of Requiem for a Dream. That movie made me think of just how easily someone can ruin their own life.

How sad. :frowning:

My condolances.

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That’s sad. I have a “friend” with a crack addiction. For years I knew about it, but never said anything. When I would stop by (her phone often being disconnected) and lots of skinny people would suddenly appear from the bedroom, I’d act like I didn’t notice. When I’d visit her and she’d get 20 calls an hour and skanks would drop by, I’d look the other way.
Then her kids got taken away, and I couldn’t pretend it wasn’t happening any more. I just told her that I’ve known all along and I would be here if she needed support and wanted to hang out with a different crowd.
Last time I heard from her was weeks ago, since she borrowed $20. Her phone’s disconnected again and I’m actually afraid to go by and see what’s going on.
Another life wasted in your friend’s case… tragic.

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I’m so very sorry for your loss and feelings of confusion. A young death is always a tragedy but it seems more of a waste in a situation like this.

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Well, Brad dabbled in drugs for most of his life (starting when his mom put him on Ritalin in grade school) and never made it past age 28. This guy seems to have had a pretty normal life and started drugs around age 38, immediately spiralling out of control and dying when he was 40.

What are the parellels you’re seeing?

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Actually Cisco, Jerry had started with weed as a teen. Like all of us, he dabbled with a bit of cocaine in his 20’s and 30’s, but only 2-3 times a year or so.

He only started to show signs of a drug problem (after he met this woman) when he was in his mid to late 30’s.

I never had any contact at all with him for the past two years.
I just had seen the end result. I still can’t wrap my mind around the how fast he spiraled out of control. How fast one can go from a promising yuppie to a dead junkie in just 24 months.

Sorry if I was vague about his usage history in the OP. We all smoked weed but Jerry must have became bored with it or something.

Thanks again all. I’m ok - but still confused. One minute pissed at him, the next minute wishing I could call him up with a tee-time. His family is still shaken up, but at least now they know where he ended up. He had been “missing” for so long.

I think my anger phase has moved on to denial. I really can’t believe he’s gone.

Glad ya made it out **Spooje**.
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meek, I’m so sorry. I like to think that Edmonton is all nice and clean, but I know it’s really not. What a shock it must be for you to have found out he killed himself, however accidentally.

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Try to remember him in the good times, & if you think it appropriate, pray for his soul.

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meek, I’m sorry you lost your friend.

Having lived through that maelstrom myself, all I can say is: Amen, Brother!

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What’s really sad is that it isn’t all that uncommon.

My first time to a real funeral was for a work friend who OD’ed on cocaine.

I started here the same time as him, we were in the same training class and worked together for a good time. We went our seperate ways within the company and then, next I hear, he’s dead.

I wasn’t in the loop and didn’t know he had OD’ed until after his funeral.

Fucking sad waste of life. This guy (~25) had everything going for him and ended up being buried in the cemetary I used to play in as a kid.