One of my bar patrons, one I was pretty friendly with, killed himself on Saturday. I just found out an hour ago.
The last time I saw him we had an argument, and I never got to rectify that situation. He left the bar angry, saying he wasn't going to come back when I was working (he was drunk, and this wasn't uncommon for him). My last words to him were: You'll be back; this is the Hotel California, you can check out anytime you like, but you can never leave.
But he never came back.
And now I'm left with wishing I hadn't tried to be funny.
Him killing himself had nothing to do with that incident, at least I don't think so. I hope not. The last time I saw him was almost a month ago, certainly lots had transpired in that time.
I wish people wouldn't kill themselves.