My friend Nick was fired a couple weeks ago, I think. He had a profound impact on the life I live today. The relationship between nasty and me can often be quite complicated. I was blessed to have a rather simple, yet powerful, relationship with my friend and because I believe that at troy n-exile. We have created a community of friends, not mere readers with little connection to my blog; I want to share the eulogy
my Friend was a hard man to dislike , I found away.
I know it's common at a funeral to only remember the good things, to omit the things that would embarrass someone. In dirt’s case, the most remarkable thing that can be said is that there is good.
So let me start with the facts.
My Nick arrived in Korea about a week before, He was the second of three teachers hired around the same time -- Liz, Nick, and my self Troy being that he was in Korea and he was surround by bars . So it was natural that one day he would become a slobbering drunk himself. And one of my earliest memories is of my nick coming home with him and a collection of Avalon employees during world cup on we were all stumble drunk and we ran into a group of Koreans who were parting so with the standard” Day hamingo” we were fast friends so we stood there in the street trying to use broken Korean to communicate with our new friends when suddenly an ear piercing “YAHOOOOO!” emitted from our friend nick on that day we saw the first glimpses of the legend.
He went by many names: Nick, Dirty, Nasty, Knobby Knee Knick, Scary Nick, Handsome Nick, were just a few.
Most of you know he could drink like a sailor and while this was true most of you knew that if you could keep up with him then you were in for a treat either you had the time of your life walking around down town Suji singing tin lizzy songs or you could look forward to hours of lecturing from some one that wasn’t qualified to properly pronounce his name.
No matter. I'm told that if you were walking down the street when Nick was drunk, it would make good sense to run in the opposite direction. He didn't allow this handicap to hold him back.
He met the woman some one who I can’t remember, who would become down fall at the batman bar apparently she was getting married and wasn’t really interested in the whole event and felt nick was the man to help her out, boy was she wrong! After working on him for a short time .The soon to be groom felt that it was time for his betrothed to leave the strange and Handsome foreigner alone, after the staff asked him to leave he decided it was time to let them know how he felt he was retired from the batman bar at the age of 26 in 2006. 4:17 a.m. on July 14.
It's the simple bio of a simple and modest man.
But you don't measure the life of a man by simple facts, simply told.
It's been said that you measure it in the truths he learned, or in the times he cried, in the bridges he burned, or the way that he booted from good drinking establishments. In his 26 years, my friend learned much, if you drink soju in the wee hours, be careful who you talk to she may be getting married tomorrow
Here's what he learned:
He learned that a cold beer on a hot day is one of life's greatest pleasures. Nick was a beer drinker, and though he never met a beer he didn't like, he preferred Schaefer in the can. He loved a cold beer on a hot day as much he loved pretty much any alcohol Truth is, he loved a cold beer, a warm beer, on almost any day or night.
He learned that you should fill your life with music. Really crapy music from the early eighties like tin lizzy.
He learned to live life with optimism. Above all, he was an optimist. He loved to laugh. He loved to please. He was rarely, if ever, critical of people. He didn't have an unkind bone in his body. He filled his life with hope, even when there was little reason to hope. And for me, the optimism came in the form of encouragement -- I was encouraged to drink until I vomited.
He learned to live life, period. Do things. The more, the better. Nick did many things, but he especially loved one thing very much. Sujo
He learned that if you constantly harass Troy he will put on the internet acting like an ass.
And I remember these things as if we had done them all last weekend -- because we did them again and again and again and again, his outstretched hand. I remember my times with my friend as vividly every word, maybe because he constantly repeated him self.
He did that for me, and because he did, we will always travel together.
Nick, today your body is going to a place I'm not ready for. You'll have to go there alone. But I will join you some day, and I will look forward to that time when we can take those very long walks together only stopping at cheap bars.
Sleep warm, Nick. Sleep tight. Sleep well.
We love you. Always will.
Sucka fool