Scooby called me Thursday night to let me know that a close friend of ours John Haggerty died. If you read this at all he was the one I referred to as "JJ", the guy that broke his toes at our house back in July. Apparently he had some hereditary heart ailment.
Johnny lived and partied like there was no tomorrow. And when he partied, it was best for all concerned if we kept an eye on him. Once he danced on our friend Joe's old moe hair couch, note this was before he lost the weight when he was around 300 lbs., that poor couch has never been the same...
Another night, at Joe's again, we had all retired, but Johnny was still going at it and ended up in Joe's hot tub and passed out with a pack of cigarettes. The next morning he woke shriveled in a luke warm tobacco soup.
I think it was our 4th of July party last year that I found him passed out sitting upright on the couch with potato salad all down the front of him. He appartently passed out while in the process of eating. I cleaned him up and found the remainder of his plate on the floor.
One time him and Joe went to Flint for his lesbian sisters birthday party and almost got kicked out when he of course drank to much and got hungry and started to scoop food out with his bare hands from the buffet, totally grossing out the lesbians. That night someone told Joe that they would buy him drinks the rest of the night if he kept Johnny in check.
And last but not lest he loved to dress like Dawn Davenport (Divine in Female Trouble) for Halloween.
We'll miss you Johnny, life definitely won't be the same without you.
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I think you're the only person I know with a life as crazy as mine. Shine on, you crazy diamond - don't ever change.
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