Lately, times have been good. But, that got me to thinking.

Times weren't always so good. In fact, there's been so times that flat-out fucking sucked.

So let's share.

I'll start.


A dewey-eyed youth I was. Blissfully out of high school, lightly pressured to get a job. Just me and Dad, living at home. The stepfamily had just divorced off and moved out. This was not the bad. This was the good.

Poker every Friday night, or throughout the week. We brought out the old guns and went shooting a few times. Me and Pops was bondin'.

But he got kinda sick. No biggy, it was Winter. Brother comes home from college for Christmas. We have a good time. Dad gets a little worse.

January goes into February, Dad ain't doing so hot. He gets layed off work "until he's well enough to work". He's a construction foreman, it's important, he'll just take a couple weeks off in the recliner.

About a week into it, he decides the bed's best. Okay.

I've gone nocturnal, usually coming home from a friend's at about 4 am. I do come home one night, blazed, and decide it's been a couple days since I've heard Dad. In fact, it's really quiet. I go up to his shut door. It's silent. "Fuck it." I kick the door in. It opens, but only about 4 inches. Squeeze my head through and turn on the light.

Oh. Hey. It's your dead dad. Pale as a fucking ghost. Hmm. Is he warm? Maybe. Let's check!

Nope. Ice cold.

R.I.P. Clyde Christopher Boyce 1961 - 2006

Y'know Jim Henson? The creator of the Muppets? Turns out they died from the same thing. Neat.
Funkamander Reviewed by Funkamander on . Bad Times Lately, times have been good. But, that got me to thinking. Times weren't always so good. In fact, there's been so times that flat-out fucking sucked. So let's share. I'll start. A dewey-eyed youth I was. Blissfully out of high school, lightly pressured to get a job. Just me and Dad, living at home. The stepfamily had just divorced off and moved out. This was not the bad. This was the good. Rating: 5