Benny was part of our gang of friends who grew up in the poorer part of our city.
We were there for him when he was a kid and his father died and his mother had little money.
We pitched in and often brought them food and other things they needed.
When Benny got older, he always blew his money on mega lotteries, and and dreamed about getting rich.
We kidded him about that all the time until Benny won a mega million dollar lottery.
We were happy for him, but Benny changed after that fantastic mega win.
He no longer had any time for us. He looked down on us, as though we were peasants
He became an ungrateful, stuck up snob who had no more use for us. He moved to the richer side of town and blew all his money on gold digging women and fancy fair-weather friends, who all abandoned him when his winnings ran out.
Benny got so down about losing all his money and his fake girlfriends and fake friends, that he killed himself with a gun blast to his head.
And despite his abandoning us, we didn’t abandon him when he died. We pitched in to cover his funeral and attended it to pay our respects. RIP Benny
Bob Boyd
