So I had a bit of an eerie moment earlier at work when I found out that one of my co-workers had been dead for about a week now.

The last time I saw him he was joking with me, saying in his language that I was 'his bitch'. He was an older guy with a wife, but we still got along, even though I could barely understand him due to his thick Haitian accent.

What's the most fuck'd up part about this , is the fact that I seem to be the last one at Chili's that knows about it. I would've at least expected the manager that told me what he was saying in Spanish at the time when he called me 'his woman'. I don't know how he died, but I don't know if I want to find out either. All I know is that I overheard someone mentioning a funeral but I couldn't make out who it was for.


...and to think I'll never see him again.