A good friend/coworker ended up in the Hospital over the weekend, apparent heart attack. I think he was 48. Just found out he passed a few hours ago.
Anyway years ago he walked into a AM/PM while it was being robbed. Took a bullet to the head, survived, and ened up with a glass eye. Hence we use to call him Dead Eye. He was cool with that.
"the game of life of is not so much in holding a good hand as playing a poor hand well"