It's taken me a week to even want to talk about this. I mostly wanted to write this post for archival reasons... otherwise, it's to keep whoever reads my blog updated on stuff I give a shit about.
Joey and I bonded over the occult and had a strong connection, which led us to understand each other very well, despite our vastly different backgrounds and tastes. I mean, he even got along with my cats... that's important too... He made the trip to Dallas to visit me, and we had the best time. It was quite possibly the only time we were able to just be together with little to no worry... to just be in a world all our own, and I'm glad I got that chance.
I'm hearing stories about how he was in a relationship with a seemingly unstable partner. From what I gather, she kept him from talking to any of his lady friends, including me... He took me off his Facebook and was very laconic in his texts. A few days after his passing, his FB was deleted, which led us all to believe it was her, since his mother was devastated the profile was gone.
I wish I could do something for you, Joey. I'm still waiting for your punk ass to come out of nowhere and say it was all a joke or that you faked everything to start a new life. I love you and I fucking miss you.
Joeseph Edward Wetzel
9/22/87 - 4/11/16
You'll never be forgotten. Rest in peace, my dear friend.
The love of my life is a drummer who sets the beat of my heart to the rhythm of his soul.