Figuratively speaking. He was a drunk with dreams and aspirations to do more in life, unfortunately Wild rose took the best of him. Even though his life was in the dumps, the dump, the literal dump became a moment of day dreaming for him.

You see, all it took was one comment; “ esto se parece a Alemania” and away he went. Although not often that we would go to this “Alemania”, he often mentioned it, awaiting his next adventure. Don’t get me wrong, Germany is a beautiful country and in no way a dump, but the drive up to the dump, surrounded by tall grass flowing through the wind, reminded me of my time touring the German countryside.

I recently visited this place again, only to be reminded that at one point, this was someone’s mental escape. Although he caused some ruckus here and there, brining even the most patient man I knew to his madness, I was glad if even for a moment I could offer even a small piece of light in his dark life. Anyways, He’s resting now; free from the grips of that wild Irish rose.