What the fuck is that? That, is a giant cardboard snake that stretches around 7 feet long. It's hanging out the window of one of my old co-worker's cars and it represents one of the funniest moments I can ever recall having at work. Ever.
The guy that made that snake died today. It is surreal. If you comb back through this blog, he gets mentioned several times here and there (I think I once referred to him as having one of the worst cases of ADHD I had ever seen). He was the one guy that the Chef and I always predicted would die through misadventure. And, he didn't fail to disappoint.
I'm blogging at 3:30 in the morning because I can't stop crying over a guy that would have called me a pussy for crying. Life is full of idiotic ironies like that.
There are people that, despite their obvious failings, manage to have an impact on the lives of every single person they encounter. They are the kind of people that are often born without a filter, and thus speak whatever thought pops into their heads. That thought might be inappropriate, idiotic, hurtful... but it is always true. Matt was one of those people.
Matt, despite his own admitted failures in life, was not afraid to point out the elephant in the room and tell it like it was. He made you reconsider your words and actions through his child-like grasp at the unfailing truth. You didn't have to like what Matt said, but like or not, in the end, you always knew he had cut through the bullshit and called it like it was.
And, oh my God could that idiot make you laugh. The shit that came out of his mouth was just priceless. It was raw honesty brought down to an 8th grade humour level.
Matt also had a great many troubles. A great many. Most people I know thought that those would be his undoing. But, at the end, he had overcome them. He had made things right. HE was pulling his shit together and doing what most people only dream about but lack the courage to do; he was starting over.
And, I have to confess: I admired Matt for his troubles. Because, he owned them. He never cried on your shoulder or let his problems stand in the way of being your friend. I raped Matt's ear with my personal bullshit more times than I care to consider, yet he never once complained to me. He confided, but never complained.
Matt, and the things he said were among the inspirations for this blog. Yet, I don't mean that in a bad way.
God speed, bro.
