Games Meet Metal: 8-Bit Metal Mondays: For a Friend

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Monday, August 23, 2010

8-Bit Metal Mondays: For a Friend

I was the bearer of some sad news yesterday. I learned that a friend and former employee of mine, Jennifer, had passed away several weeks earlier. Jen was a diabetic that loved to party. It was something that we were always concerned about, especially when her medication didn't seem like it was coming from just one doctor. She swore up and down that it was all legally prescribed, but soon there were gaping holes in her story, no thanks to her many hospital visits to clean her system out. Eventually she disappeared from her work and family, and got hooked on heroin in that time frame. By that point, it was just a ticking clock.

One thing that I'll always remember Jen for was her insistence that I bring in my copy of Stone Sour's Come What(ever) May so she could listen to Through Glass on repeat. She was no where near a metalhead, but Stone Sour was the closest she was ever going to get. Me, being a total sap, usually fulfilled her request. Hey, if it made her happy, then so be it. In the end, we got along great. Jen was a hard worker and a great jokester, but she just couldn't keep her demons under control.

So, for one last time, with no bleeps, here's Through Glass. Rest in peace, kiddo.

1 comment:

  1. Here's to my friend Jenny. We met at a 7-11 by my house. She was just 19 and just so beautiful, inside and out. She'd ask me to hangout and talk to her when she got lonely. I'd tell her about Metal, and the various books I've read. She'd listen, smiling all the time. I got her a job with one of my best friends, the Commander and Chief of Games meet Metal, Nate. He, like everyone one else just liked her right off the bat. She was sweet, funny, and had a wild streak. She also had a problem with the bottle and pills. Mixing those with her diabetes would put her in the hospital almost monthly. I found out she passsed away from complications due to diabetes, booze, and heroin. My heart sank. That little spit fire Mexican is in heaven looking down on Nate and I, laughing and never feeling any pain anymore. Rest in Peace Angel.

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