This guy killed my friend.
My friend is dead, my wild, beautiful, funny friend, who was at my side through more dark days than I wish to remember, who shared with me her worst fears and her brightest hopes and everything in between, who would write a song or paint a portrait when she could not afford to get me a birthday present. Her birthday and mine are just six days apart, so we often had a single party to celebrate ourselves. She would play the piano, and we would get a little tipsy on Lambrusco and sing "Happy Birthday to Us" at the top of our lungs, laughing like looneybirds because we had managed to make it through another year of life on earth.
We won't be sharing any more birthday parties. Not here on earth, anyway.
Her name was Carol Ann. When I first met her we were both fourteen years old, and we thought we knew everything. That was when Carol first met this guy. I thought he was fun, too, for a while, but finally I knew he was no good, and I dumped him. Tried desperately to get Carol to stop hanging around with him, but she wouldn't listen. Obsession is like that, sometimes.
This guy is a killer. I'm posting this to get a few of you to think about your own friends. Some of them probably hang around with this guy. Maybe you can help your friend to break off this deadly relationship. Maybe there's hope for your friend, if you offer your help and support. If you care about your friends, you don't remain silent while they head toward trouble.
So, as I was saying, this guy killed my friend. Seduced her, strung her along, and killed her.
He goes by many names...
Willie Kool.
Joe Camel.
The Marlboro Man.
If someone you love is involved with him, have the courage to speak up. Don't let him kill your friend, too.
My friend is dead, my wild, beautiful, funny friend, who was at my side through more dark days than I wish to remember, who shared with me her worst fears and her brightest hopes and everything in between, who would write a song or paint a portrait when she could not afford to get me a birthday present. Her birthday and mine are just six days apart, so we often had a single party to celebrate ourselves. She would play the piano, and we would get a little tipsy on Lambrusco and sing "Happy Birthday to Us" at the top of our lungs, laughing like looneybirds because we had managed to make it through another year of life on earth.
We won't be sharing any more birthday parties. Not here on earth, anyway.
Her name was Carol Ann. When I first met her we were both fourteen years old, and we thought we knew everything. That was when Carol first met this guy. I thought he was fun, too, for a while, but finally I knew he was no good, and I dumped him. Tried desperately to get Carol to stop hanging around with him, but she wouldn't listen. Obsession is like that, sometimes.
This guy is a killer. I'm posting this to get a few of you to think about your own friends. Some of them probably hang around with this guy. Maybe you can help your friend to break off this deadly relationship. Maybe there's hope for your friend, if you offer your help and support. If you care about your friends, you don't remain silent while they head toward trouble.
So, as I was saying, this guy killed my friend. Seduced her, strung her along, and killed her.
He goes by many names...
Willie Kool.
Joe Camel.
The Marlboro Man.
If someone you love is involved with him, have the courage to speak up. Don't let him kill your friend, too.