So to sum up the wonderful month I've had. I broke up with my girlfriend; moved out of the apartment from the previous story, then I beat the crap out of my now ex best friend. (Bet you can't guess how the break-up with my girlfriend and the beating my now ex-best friend got are connected.)
Anyways I am living at my grandfather's old house that has been vacant since he died in 2010. He died in the house. After the fun month I had a week ago, one of my friends talks me into going to a party. It was fun, I had some jello shots and a few glasses of vodka. (Don't judge me for under age drinking because I'm sure most of you have done when you were 17.)
After the fun night, a few of my friends brought me home and laid me in my bed on my back. I was very drunk, I was trying to puke but from how I was laying I couldn't. I was like that for a few minutes until my mom payed me a surprised visit, and when she saw me, she laid me on my side then chewed me out for drinking. I asked her why she was there and she told me she heard someone say, "Check on your son." I'm glad she did.
The next day when I woke up I was still puking and I felt like someone was rubbing my back. I looked, no one was there. When I finally stopped puking I heard someone ask me, "Are you okay, Bojack?" When I heard that name, I freaked out because my grandfather is the only person who ever called me Bojack.
The next night I had a dream where I saw my grandfather. He looked sad. I asked him what was wrong. He sighed and said, "What happened to you, Bojack? You were such a good kid, now look at you." I looked down and said, "Everyone has their own way of dealing with pain." He said, "You're right and my death is what started it. I'm sorry." I told him it wasn't his fault. It was my choice. I chose to drink. He said, "True, very true, I'm sorry but it's time for you to wake up." I asked if he could stay long enough for one more question. He said fine but make it quick. I asked if he was the one who told my mother to check on me. He said, "Yes, I didn't want to see my grandson die. Now good bye." Then the alarm clock woke me up.
Ever since that night I keep having dreams about him and I hear him talk to me during the day. I'm so glad that he still here.
RIP James Monroe Hickman. Here's a link to his tribute http://www.tributes.com/show/James-Monroe-Hickman-88561856