Goggle

I heard that Goggle died. Goggle, that regular from that bar we went to that Summer. That Summer, yeah. I know it sucks. But I always got a weird vibe from him, didn't you? Like he was ready to yell, all the time. I wonder where that comes from.

Remember when we were there and he came in, "Get out here, it's snowing, it's snowing!" and I remember we followed him out, and it wasn't snowing. And he took off running into the bar, slammed the door shut, and locked it. It was weird that he had a key. And then he stole $20 out of my wallet, bought two beers, and drank them before he let us back in. Did he like, have a crush on me? Do you think? I remember a different time he just kept trying to push me off my stool all night. It felt very like little kid playground crush. Like he would grab my leg and push from the inside of my thigh to try get me off the stool. I actually liked it, it was cute. But then why would he get so angry other times?

Yes you do. He was the one who ordered Rum and Diet Coke.

He could never play pool. He like, would watch the game, and analyze it, and talk about it, but he would never play it. We would play it with somebody else and he would watch, and try and tell us what to do. And they would always be really good tips and stuff, like he was really helpful, but then it's like okay you just play it yourself. Like, he clearly wanted to play it but he wouldn't let himself. Which is like, kinda sad. It always felt like he had a weird past with it, like I remember one time he told a story about his family, and I don't remember what happened, but he had sorta the same look in his eyes that when we played he watched us do pool. I feel like he got in a lot of trouble when he was a kid.

He was really good at math. 

Oh? Oh. He was murdered. Struck down with a car, and they said there's no way it was not on purpose by the way they found him. Like. Ugly. 

Poor Goggle.