6-11-2008
EMAIL: joe.cicero@citcomm.com

Where have I been?

Well, I am sorry. Sorry that everything I seem to be writing about
lately is a bummer. I took a few days not to post so I could have
something good.

A friend back home that I worked at Rosati's Pizza with passed
away this weekend.

His name was Paul, he was 38. I was working at the pizza place
cause he was sick and going through chemo and spending time with
his new wife and little son, Cameron.

Now, I knew Paul for 15 years altogether. He was a driver at the
pizza place when I was 15 and a dishwasher and ended up half
owner. I would stop in and work on and off all those years. I'd talk
to him and the other owner AJ.

I found out Paul was sick with tumors in his bones and heart...so I
stopped by to talk to AJ and ask if I could help out. Figure that I
could use the cash and they could use the help and they did.

Paul would come in once and awhile but would be hurting and you
could tell that he wanted to do more but it was hard. We would
always talk about movies and radio - he was a fan of a lot on the
radio dial and since I was on the air I would be happy to gossip
about whatever was happening back home in Chicago.

Well, coming off of the Relay for Life Friday...Kelly called me and
said I think Paul from the pizza place passed away.

Funny cause I was looking forward to stopping at the pizza place
this weekend in town to touch base and see how things were. He
was always wondering how my mom was doing and you could tell
that it was curiosity for him cause his prognosis was never good.
Maybe he was scared or maybe he wanted to feel like he wasn't
alone.

Even though I wouldn't say I was REALLY CLOSE with him I knew
him a long time and always got along. The news hit me really hard.
I mean, my entire day I was not me. People even were asking what
was wrong - I was quiet and thinking. Actually just went for a drive
into the mountains which was a nice escape.

Tuesday, a woman from the American Cancer Society called me
about doing an emcee thing for a Relay for Life in July.  I told her
that I couldn't do it. I felt bad but it's too much I can't take the
emotional side of it. What a puss I know.

Kelly was nice enough to go to the wake and pay respects and talk
to his wife, parents, and child.

So I am really sorry to write about this stuff and you come here
and get depressed or whatever but really my mind is reeling lately.

I mean, 38, a son a little younger then 2.

WHY?

Too much to comprehend.

If you never come back here I understand I'm like a Debbie
Downer.

Big weekend ahead which is good Adam gets Christened on
Saturday and I am home for a few days.

The song below is the most depressing I could think of just to make
this blog full circle! :)  I'm fine people just bummed.























STAIND - EPIPHANY

Your words they make just a whisper
Your face is so unclear
I try to pay attention
And the words just disappear
Cuz it's always raining in my head
Forget all the things i should have said
So i speak to you in riddles
Cuz my words get in my way
I smoke the whole thing to my head
And feel it wash away
Cuz i can't take anymore of this
I wanna come apart
And dig myself a little hole
Inside your precious heart
Cuz it's always raining in my head
Forget all the things i should have said
I am nothing more than
A little boy inside
That cries out for attention
That i always try to hide
Cuz i talk to you like children
Though i don't know how i feel
But i know i'll do the right thing
If the right thing is in fear
Cuz its always raining in my head
Forget all the things i should have said