Mom: I need you to come home, your Dad had another asthma attack.
You see before the big one, my Dad was having a series of asthma attacks all that week. We told him..
Everyone: Go to the hospital for the day.
But he refused. You wanna know why? Because he was a drummer. He was born drumming and died drumming. That's fucking amazing. How many people do you hear want to be a rockstar, becomes a rockstar, makes a name of himself and then dies still rocking hard. My Dad is not only a dad who rocked hard at night, my Dad was a inspiration. Or was he? I actually can't say. My entire life everything that has come out of my Dad's mouth could be or could not be a lie. We never know.
If only I knew it were coming. But I didn't. No one did. And not only did it affect me, but it affected the whole area I was at. I sometimes think I can go back and change it but then again I don't. Life's all about surprises. And all of those surprises aren't going to be happy surprises, some are just sad and shocking. But that's what makes us stronger. Right? I'm really just repeating shit other people tell me. God is good.. That's what my Dad would always say. God is good. But I'm going to have to disagree. God is a fucking asshole.
Take away my Dad that's hard, but take me away from my friends and town that I've been living in literally my whole life is just plain brutal. And for all of that to happen all in the spand of seven months was just shocking. My entire life fading away one by one. Saying one final goodbye after another.
The one goodbye I felt the worst about was Niko. Leaving him was like leaving your dog at the clinic. His face was like a baby who just got left on the side of the road. It literally went like this..
Me: I guess this is a goodbye.
Niko: Alright see-ya man.
Me: Bye.
That was it. No bromance moment. No nothing. Just a straight and simple Bye. But the most toughest one to get over was Aldo. This guy has been through so much with me, leaving him is like leaving...well Aldo. Anyone who's anyone loves an Aldo. What's that? You don't know, if you have an Aldo in your life? It's simple..
DO YOU HAVE AN ALDO IN YOUR LIFE?
A) Doesn't speak much, but can still make you laugh just by doing nothing.
B) Has a girlfriend every three months.
C) Loved by almost the entire universe.
D) Can do/wear anything he wants - girls will still be in love with him.
E) Has sex with one of your exes.
If you said yes to three of the five, then you sir or madam have an Aldo in your life! Congrats.
Anyways back on track. My final moment with the Aldo-nator was just simply going to Don Tor Taco and doing the dirty man competition. What's this? Let me explain.
THE DIRTY MAN COMPETITION.
Now first you need to find a place that serves carne asada fries. Next you just eat with nothing but your hands. No fork or anything. It gets nasty. We've done this in front of elderly people, families, young children, cute girls and even Carrot Top. Okay we never did it in front of Carrot Top, but we did meet him before at the mall. It was pretty cool. He's much creepier looking in person.
After the dirty man competition we went to the house and said our final goodbye in the garage where we spent most of our days that year.
Me: This sucks, man.
Aldo: Don't worry dude. You'll be back. Trust me.
There he went off. But Aldo was right. I did come back. A few times. I'm actually visiting on New Years. Yeah, it turns out he's been right about a lot of things. One of them being that no matter what happens in life happiness ensues. Okay he didn't say those exact words, but he did say something like that. Aldo always would tell me that my life would get better but I never saw it until now.
You hear me Aldo? You're right. I'm wrong.
RIP DADDY-O. (NOVEMBER 19, 1957 - OCTOBER 27, 2012)
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