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Originally Posted by SofaKingFun
He was a fucking asshole and a prick. Started back when he was running under the Senor Nasty flag, (pre-Smith days), back when he was a lowly ferry deckhand on The Dolph Briscoe. circa 08. (iykyk)
We shared many laughs, stories, and entirely waaay too many Miller Lites over the years and, yeah, we became pretty close friends. Once or twice a month, we'd get together and fish. and fish hard.
He was supposed to start treatments today, so I called him last night, went to voicemail, so, in typical dumbass style, I left him a message telling him, "Hey fucker, if you have any files, photos, or incriminating shit on your computer or locked-away someplace, you might want to forward that info to me before they start their voodoo-shit on your ass, so I can handle that in case, God forbid, you don't make it through. The last thing I'd want is for your wife or kids to discover is some nasty fucking pictures or videos of you and some fucking transvestites in some seedy fucking bayside motel doing whatever you sick-fucks do. Just throwing that out there if you need it. Ha! Call when you get the chance.  ".
(Typical stupid shit that friends do)
His son returns my call, shortly thereafter and informs me of his passing.
Certainly was not expecting that
I mean, shit, he wasn't the epitome of 'healthy lifestyle' but there's not a single person reading this that would have ever bet that he'd pass away before El Gato. ( )
Yes, that's some pretty sick humor. That's also one of the things I'll miss most. We would always find a way to bring some humor into whatever the situation...there were no limits.
Cap'n Pants, you will be missed, my friend. |
Capt. Pants, I used to fuck with him every year when he would finally break out the shorts. To the point that he asked me to stop. I also went fishing with him some. Evidently he took your advise on deleting everything. His wife messaged me from his phone to tell me of his passing. It was real early in the morning here.
Once I got moving I went to messenger because I had sent him a lot of things in the last few years that would not be pleasant for anyone in the family to see. Everything was gone so he did take your advise.
Speaking of El Gato where is he these days? I know RJ retired and moved away. I have lost all contact with him. I remember a playoff game that they had a bet on where we watched at my house.
RJ won so Smith told him "RJ, I am going to pay you with a check, a lottery ticket that won $5, a Wal Mart gift card with $12 remaining, and 3 of these beers I have left."
I was at his house one day a few years ago and we were discussing getting old. He told me his doctor had told him, "you need to quit smoking, cut back on the beer, and lose some weight."
Smith looked at him and asked, "what else you got?"
Also remember the alias he had of Roy G Mercer, him and Jaun LMAO?
