PJH

 Patrick, R.I.P.

   That’s rest in peace.   I know he’s not resting, or in danger of restlessness, though, of course

   And the halloween bit about resting in pieces seems inappropriate

   There’s always let ‘er rip (like a fart), or jack the ripper

   As if the message of cemeteries is to go on a killing spree (rip! rip!)

   Devil lived, after all…

33 years old

Born 1/26/89

He was sweet, big, smart, crazy - and an addict

He tried to set his mom’s house on fire, went to jail.

He had been homeless, too

I remember the story about him getting in a fight at a bus stop, in SF.

When he visited me in Berkeley, he chatted with people on the street, was open/friendly, talkative.  We got sushi burritoes.  We said a lot, but I don’t remember much. I asked my dad why he didn’t lobby for him to join scouting.  I don’t even know what schools he went to.   We didn’t talk much, were in different worlds.  He had a truck, for a while, and worked in the sewers.  

I was a little scared of him.  I’m 6’2, but he was taller, I think.  And on the phone he got crazy - kept demanding I return something he said I stole from him.   It became uncomfortable talking to him.   For example, he said, “I know it’s you” (whatever that meant).  Maybe he read some of my blog.  Like it’s all my fault.

Anyway, it’s sad.  I wish we could have been friends.   Patrick James Hennessy, first cousin, lived as long as Jesus (33, they say).   Too young.  My mom helped raise him, as a baby, like his older sister.   My aunt visited him recently, and was positive about his condition/improvement.  

There’s a lesson in the tragedy.  Drugs are dangerous.  Beware.  And get help.  Ugh.  So much bad news, these days.  The videos of the flooding in Pakistan are insane.  The madness in Ukraine.  Covid could possibly surge, again.  The economy is precarious.  Hunger.  Trump is a madman.   And there’s too much information.   Maybe there always was.  Plus, I was diagnosed pre-diabetic, but maybe that’s good news, all in how I respond and react, I guess.  I have a sugar addiction to deal with, myself.  Not heroin, thank god, but dangerous, in its own way.

At least the news from Biden has been better, lately.   Maybe Elon Musk and co.  will successfully colonize Mars.  I watched a Ted talk by Bill Gates, who I greatly respect.  And I had a dream last night that inspired me to be healthier.   Arnold was in it.