This story is not funny and has no punchline, so if you're looking for that, then I suggest you head to another thread. lol
This is what has happened to me and my friends over the last twenty-four hours.
My best friend Brad called our buddy Dustin last night and was asking for permission to kill himself. He was excessively intoxicated and saying all kinds of suicidal stuff and literally asking Dustin to give him permission to pull the trigger. Dustin refused and I guess talked him down enough for Brad to calm himself and tell D to call him after he got off work. He's beaten himself up for years about his failed college attempts, failed marriage, failed relationships, DUI's, etc.
He's been alone in his heart for a long time, and no amount of filling himself with booze, women, and the novelties of life have helped him out of his hole.
D got off work, called Brad a few times to no answer. Dustin called me to find out Brad's address because he recently moved an hour away from my hometown for work and nobody knew where he lived within our circle of friends, including myself. I'm calling his mom, leaving her voicemails at midnight, wall posts on Facebook, and scouring Yellowpages for a house number to get ahold of her, all the while I'm calling his phone and sending him texts to try and reach him.
Dustin and our other two friends Michael and Chris rush out to Quitman, the town Brad's staying, to try and find him. I tell them to call the cops because since he recently moved to the area and the town's as big as a flea, then the cops would know where to locate him. On their way to find him, which takes an hour to get to from my hometown of Cabot, they get the cops notified of what's taken place so they can take action while D, Michael, and Chris haul ass out there.
They get to Quitman, beat on his door for over an hour, both the cops and our friends, to no answer. They shine the spotlight into his bedroom window, beat and beat on the back door, then finally kick it in. I guess his house is two stories, so they rush upstairs to find him passed out with the gun somewhere near him, they wake him up just shy of grabbing the gun and shooting at them, then the cops take away all his weapons and his license to carry.
He's one of my closest friends. I've spent 16 years devoted to our friendship and playing on the same football teams, throwing parties, and just being his friend. We have learned many life lessons together while breaking rules and hearts, and that really kinda rattled me. I was powerless to stop him, 160 miles from his home, and trying to save him through a voicemail giving a pep talk to a recording hoping and praying he would hear it before he shot himself and that somehow it might stop him from doing the deed.
My boy almost took his life yesterday, and I can't help but wonder what today would be like if he had killed himself.
If you ever find yourself in a place where taking your life is a viable option, please get up and find some support before you act upon those impulses.
This is what has happened to me and my friends over the last twenty-four hours.
My best friend Brad called our buddy Dustin last night and was asking for permission to kill himself. He was excessively intoxicated and saying all kinds of suicidal stuff and literally asking Dustin to give him permission to pull the trigger. Dustin refused and I guess talked him down enough for Brad to calm himself and tell D to call him after he got off work. He's beaten himself up for years about his failed college attempts, failed marriage, failed relationships, DUI's, etc.
He's been alone in his heart for a long time, and no amount of filling himself with booze, women, and the novelties of life have helped him out of his hole.
D got off work, called Brad a few times to no answer. Dustin called me to find out Brad's address because he recently moved an hour away from my hometown for work and nobody knew where he lived within our circle of friends, including myself. I'm calling his mom, leaving her voicemails at midnight, wall posts on Facebook, and scouring Yellowpages for a house number to get ahold of her, all the while I'm calling his phone and sending him texts to try and reach him.
Dustin and our other two friends Michael and Chris rush out to Quitman, the town Brad's staying, to try and find him. I tell them to call the cops because since he recently moved to the area and the town's as big as a flea, then the cops would know where to locate him. On their way to find him, which takes an hour to get to from my hometown of Cabot, they get the cops notified of what's taken place so they can take action while D, Michael, and Chris haul ass out there.
They get to Quitman, beat on his door for over an hour, both the cops and our friends, to no answer. They shine the spotlight into his bedroom window, beat and beat on the back door, then finally kick it in. I guess his house is two stories, so they rush upstairs to find him passed out with the gun somewhere near him, they wake him up just shy of grabbing the gun and shooting at them, then the cops take away all his weapons and his license to carry.
He's one of my closest friends. I've spent 16 years devoted to our friendship and playing on the same football teams, throwing parties, and just being his friend. We have learned many life lessons together while breaking rules and hearts, and that really kinda rattled me. I was powerless to stop him, 160 miles from his home, and trying to save him through a voicemail giving a pep talk to a recording hoping and praying he would hear it before he shot himself and that somehow it might stop him from doing the deed.
My boy almost took his life yesterday, and I can't help but wonder what today would be like if he had killed himself.
If you ever find yourself in a place where taking your life is a viable option, please get up and find some support before you act upon those impulses.
Keep in touch with your friend and maybe that can keep him from falling into the darkness again
