Medicated depression, day #326
Today at work I fell asleep a few times, I'm not sure if my colleagues noticed .. but I guess they did. I went out on our balcony for some air and then powered through the reminder of the day .. or hours.
Got home and twiddled a bit, updated contact info on friends I hadn't heard from in a while, discovered that one of my friends and former neighbors had passed away, in 2019. It still struck me hard, last time I met him was just before moving to my current city, had a good talk and he looked happy, working as a teacher and pursuing a music career on his spare time, born in 1969 and died in 2019, barely 50 years old.
I still listen to his music, he used to send me demos and preview/prelistens before they were sent of to the CD-plants for pressing. Some songs were really good and others were a bit to "hard" for me, but I still listened.
Neighbors in our house called us the "Balkan maffia", bald guys, black leather jackets and sunglasses, looking like trouble. I even got the nickname "Glatko Zlatko" .. "slick zlatko".
I mourn him, even though it's a couple of years ago he passed, I just learned ..