by klimaxx » Sun Jun 16, 2013 7:12 pm
Although we weren't particularly close, I got to know him fairly well and enjoyed his company for a beer or two many times as I lived just a few doors up from his bar for the duration of its existence.
I'd have to say the primary cause of his death; or to be more precise, the single factor that contributed mostly to the conditions that ultimately led to his early demise, was the explosion of development on st.172 that occurred
after he'd already sold his place (for a paltry 5k, I'd heard).
When he returned after a 1yr+ absence and witnessed the complete transformation of the formerly quiet backstreet into a neon-lit, pedestrian mall of gleaming new hotels, restaurants + bars, he was overwhelmed and must have felt like he'd given away a winning lottery ticket or sold his stock in Apple just before they released the iPhone.
While nobody would have mistaken him for a teetotaler before, it seems that his inability to get past the personal feeling of failure for such an error in judgement/missed opportunity, etc. is what propelled his drinking to such levels that ultimately became destructive to his physical and emotional/mental health.
The word on the street (ie, the khmer gossip) is that he'd fallen down a flight of stairs earlier and then was found to be sitting in a composed fashion, but very much dead.
And I'll always remember him as one of the Good Guys, not particularly popular amongst the locals, probably due mostly to his vociferous manner, that being legacy of the NYC/punk rock/Irish(-American) style of sarcastic humor that was his character. According to
Collins Dictionary,
If you describe someone as vociferous, you mean that they speak with great energy and determination, because they want their views to be heard.
Several years ago I could usually be seen walking back home alone after taking my dinner at Blue Dolphin. On one of those nites I was verbally accosted from the patio of a little bar by the shouts and exhortations of the proprietor, "Hey You, Dude. U gotta come in here + drink a beer with me" - his manner of speech and insistence indicated saying no thanks wasn't an option. I'm glad I ventured in that nite, the first of many, to lift a mug with this vociferous, yet most genial chap. He had great energy, determination and his main view was that everybody else should enjoy their short and precious time on this place too, hoisting a beer and savoring it with a shout of appreciation. Cheers Bro...
RIP
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Although we weren't particularly close, I got to know him fairly well and enjoyed his company for a beer or two many times as I lived just a few doors up from his bar for the duration of its existence.
I'd have to say the primary cause of his death; or to be more precise, the single factor that contributed mostly to the conditions that ultimately led to his early demise, was the explosion of development on st.172 that occurred [b][i]after [/i][/b]he'd already sold his place (for a paltry 5k, I'd heard).
When he returned after a 1yr+ absence and witnessed the complete transformation of the formerly quiet backstreet into a neon-lit, pedestrian mall of gleaming new hotels, restaurants + bars, he was overwhelmed and must have felt like he'd given away a winning lottery ticket or sold his stock in Apple just before they released the iPhone.
While nobody would have mistaken him for a teetotaler before, it seems that his inability to get past the personal feeling of failure for such an error in judgement/missed opportunity, etc. is what propelled his drinking to such levels that ultimately became destructive to his physical and emotional/mental health.
The word on the street (ie, the khmer gossip) is that he'd fallen down a flight of stairs earlier and then was found to be sitting in a composed fashion, but very much dead.
And I'll always remember him as one of the Good Guys, not particularly popular amongst the locals, probably due mostly to his vociferous manner, that being legacy of the NYC/punk rock/Irish(-American) style of sarcastic humor that was his character. According to [url=http://www.collinsdictionary.com/dictionary/english/vociferous]Collins Dictionary[/url], [i]If you describe someone as vociferous, you mean that they speak with great energy and determination, because they want their views to be heard[/i].
Several years ago I could usually be seen walking back home alone after taking my dinner at Blue Dolphin. On one of those nites I was verbally accosted from the patio of a little bar by the shouts and exhortations of the proprietor, "Hey You, Dude. U gotta come in here + drink a beer with me" - his manner of speech and insistence indicated saying no thanks wasn't an option. I'm glad I ventured in that nite, the first of many, to lift a mug with this vociferous, yet most genial chap. He had great energy, determination and his main view was that everybody else should enjoy their short and precious time on this place too, hoisting a beer and savoring it with a shout of appreciation. Cheers Bro...
RIP :cheers2:
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