My folks and sister live where Mike is buried, about 10 min from their house.
Mike, God love him, started in on me not knowing that he lived pretty close to my sister, and he was liable to run into me some fine day. That actually happened at a contest in Austin where he walked up to Jarrod Cunningham and I....not knowing who I was, and introduced hisself. The look on his face when I introduced myself and then informed him that his day just took a REALLY bad turn was...well, pathetic.
Now, in my defense somewhat, he had threatened to burn down my house, and shoot me with various weapons...all of which I knew was the product of a sick person, but he was in the midst of spamming me with that stupid 160 point font e-mail he used to send, so I was fairly unhappy with him just then.
Long story short, I was pretty spun up until he blurted out that he had just finished chemo...which was his answer to why I shouldn't beat his *** senseless right there. Talk about having the wind taken from your sails. Not one of my better moments....and the situ wasn't helped mu by my buddies asking me all the way home if there was an old folks home or an orphanage we could stop at so I could intimidate them as well. I ended up blustering my way out of it...and of course when I got home, there were 30 mail messages threatening all manner of violence...but having seen him in person and looked in his eyes, he was just a sad soul, and it made me feel rotten for letting him get to me.
Somebody sent me his obit when he died, and I knew he had a wife and had to have had family...no matter how much I dislike somebody, you have to feel for their family at times like that, so the next time I went to see my folks, I took 20 minutes and made a little peace, which made me feel better. Cheap plant and a little prayer for the "Bad Hombre"...not complete karma cleansing, but things like that you feel better letting go of.