I went into work today, and I was informed that one of my co-workers passed away on Sat. Had a blood clot that they couldn't get to in time, and it killed him. 46 years old. Dayum, life is precious and funny.
I haven't worked side by side with him for quite a few years, but I have real good memories from when I did work with him. He had long hair, and I had a mullet, we used to blast Metallica all shift long, and just about every day we went out to Jersey City and had chilli dogs for lunch. Man, those were some good times, 15+ years ago...
RIP, brother machinist John.
