March 25, 2007

• Oh, Malcolm

  So, as most everyone knows by now, Malcolm passed away on the 19th. He decided that he just couldn't take his inner horrors anymore.

  Malcolm was one of those friends that I would "catch up" with online, but we rarely followed through and actually hung out in the years since we left Natchitoches. However, of the few memories I have of my time up there, he is one of the audience's favorite returning characters.

  The funeral was this past Friday, the 23, at Jesuit. If you have ever been to their chapel you know that it is pretty much the size of a church, not a chapel. It was full. People stood in the back. It was the hardest few hours in my life since my uncle died.

  After the funeral, some of us went out to a bar for a few hours and drank, told stories about Malcolm, drank, told stories about random things in Natchitoches, drank, caught up on where everyone was in their life, drank, and tried to play pool.

  Five hours later we moved to Jon's house. Some of us were sitting on the back porch smoking, while some of the guys were in Jon's shed. All of a sudden, a pigeon came flying through the yard in a haphazard manner, making all sorts of noise. It flew past the door to the shed, and those of us on the porch thought, "Man, that would have been fucking hilarious if that bird had flown into the shed." Right then the bird pulled a 180 and flew right on into the shed. It flew all around the guys' heads and then hit the deck in a corner.

  I think everyone was thinking the same thing, but Jon was the first to say "Okay, Malc, it's your hit, man."

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