Saw in the local fishwrapper a person had committed suicide where I used to live and inquired from a friend there who it was.
It was an acquaintance a man older than me quiet who had no car and spent time at the library and played guitar and sang a bit. We always greeted each other but spoke over the years just briefly. Never had much to say. Other than that I know nothing else.
I don't what was going on in this man's life but I do know this event saddened me quite a bit and I feel the need to say that I understand-I really do!
Have a good day everyone.
