Just got a call this morning. The guy who was my boss for my first 6 years at my current job died from a massive heart attack yesterday. Beautiful wife, 3 kids, 1 year younger than me. Certainly makes all my current unhappiness seem trivial by comparison.

And not to put too fine a point on it but the person who called and gave me the news told me he thought it was the job that killed him, or at least played a large factor in the stress that no doubt led to this. And I agree.

I realized this morning that getting hepatitis is one of the luckiest things that’s happened to me. Because if I didn’t have it, I’d be using the shit I’m going through right now as an excuse to drink like a lunatic. But because of it, I can’t even have a drop of the stuff.

Hongkie Town
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