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Rest In Peace, Billy Webb
15 years ago
So.
Today was supposed to be a good, happy fun-filled day of lounging with my husband in the morning and then going out for sushi in the evening. Then we get a phonecall from a friend in Houston who really doesn't keep in touch, which is odd.
Apparently, early this morning, our good friend Billy Webb committed suicide. We have no idea why. We hadn't heard from him in months, but he'd told my husband he 'just needed to get out, see the world and hang out with some friends' all across the US. I didn't expect to shed tears when Billy passed because frankly the fact that he'd ended up dead so young was no surprise. He lived on the edge, drank, screwed women and broke them, did drugs and partied alot. But I never expected him to die of his own hand.
Billy was not a bad person. Bad influence maybe, but not a bad person. He had some growing up to do, which would have solved near all the issues that anyone had with him (his drinking, womanizing etc...) but he was not intentionally a bad guy. Just a big kid with ADD. He was always happy and upbeat and seemed not to have a conscience or a sense of guilt. Earlier I found myself wondering if it all just didn't catch up with him while he was in jail and overwhelmed his mind.
We will never know why he decided to remove himself from our world and deprive those who loved him of his presence on this earth. I know that if he went to hell for taking his own life, at least he'll make it one big fat party. If it was one thing that Billy Webb excelled at, it was having a really good time.
Master Billiam Webb, please rest in peace. Rest knowing that I cried for you even though I found it distasteful that you had every confidence that you could seduce me in the blink of an eye, but didn't act out of respect for my Husband. Rest knowing that I will remember the good times we had when you rolled up Tyr and took a pillar of balefire to the face and the you were there to witness Rami being drunk for the first time. You goddamn jerk, I was waiting to play Werewolf with you again. To see what insane rule-bending you could pull out of your ass this time. Rest knowing that even though I never would have laid with you, you were still special to me as my male incarnate. I will miss you dearly and yet I will hate you because now I can't look at a bottle of Dr. pepper without shedding a tear for you.
You always were a master of chaos. See you at the funeral.
Today was supposed to be a good, happy fun-filled day of lounging with my husband in the morning and then going out for sushi in the evening. Then we get a phonecall from a friend in Houston who really doesn't keep in touch, which is odd.
Apparently, early this morning, our good friend Billy Webb committed suicide. We have no idea why. We hadn't heard from him in months, but he'd told my husband he 'just needed to get out, see the world and hang out with some friends' all across the US. I didn't expect to shed tears when Billy passed because frankly the fact that he'd ended up dead so young was no surprise. He lived on the edge, drank, screwed women and broke them, did drugs and partied alot. But I never expected him to die of his own hand.
Billy was not a bad person. Bad influence maybe, but not a bad person. He had some growing up to do, which would have solved near all the issues that anyone had with him (his drinking, womanizing etc...) but he was not intentionally a bad guy. Just a big kid with ADD. He was always happy and upbeat and seemed not to have a conscience or a sense of guilt. Earlier I found myself wondering if it all just didn't catch up with him while he was in jail and overwhelmed his mind.
We will never know why he decided to remove himself from our world and deprive those who loved him of his presence on this earth. I know that if he went to hell for taking his own life, at least he'll make it one big fat party. If it was one thing that Billy Webb excelled at, it was having a really good time.
Master Billiam Webb, please rest in peace. Rest knowing that I cried for you even though I found it distasteful that you had every confidence that you could seduce me in the blink of an eye, but didn't act out of respect for my Husband. Rest knowing that I will remember the good times we had when you rolled up Tyr and took a pillar of balefire to the face and the you were there to witness Rami being drunk for the first time. You goddamn jerk, I was waiting to play Werewolf with you again. To see what insane rule-bending you could pull out of your ass this time. Rest knowing that even though I never would have laid with you, you were still special to me as my male incarnate. I will miss you dearly and yet I will hate you because now I can't look at a bottle of Dr. pepper without shedding a tear for you.
You always were a master of chaos. See you at the funeral.
