Cannonpointer » Today, 6:45 pm » wrote: ↑
Mine is mostly dead - they lived hard. Two brothers down and one circling. I flew to Vegas at the beginning of the month to say goodbye to him.
This guy was just a close friend - but as I said, very like a brother in terms of how much water under the bridge, how many shared seminal experiences, how many changes we went through together. And having him become this helpless thing - a helpless thing that EVERY ONCE IN A WHILE laughs with me and writes jokes with me and reminisces with me, only to slip away again like some real life version of Garner's movie "The Notebook" - THAT is some **** up ****.
It's not creepy. It's just heart breaking.
Creepy and beyond your control are two completely different realms of circumstance.
The slow disintegration of a person is hard on everyone concerned.
You ever see The Savages? There a couple of great scenes that echo my feelings about this ****.
Philip Seymour Hoffman is great as usual.
Please seat yourself.
I like the very things you hate.