That guy was a real friend. He died. He had a real red face, like he had high blood pressure or something. One day when we were about 45, he left for work but didn’t even make it to his car. He dropped dead from some kind of aneurysm in his head. He is the only person I know that died that I really miss. Out of all our friends, he didn’t go to college after high school. I worked for him on and off for years. Him and me built out that cafe I had. I’m glad as shit I learned all that from him because it has been my most marketable skill.
You kind of remind me of my mentor in carpentry. (Posted photo) His name was John Mocci. That was back in the day when you morticed a door for a hinge with a hammer and chisel. He had recently passed away also.