Clarence was my friend.
When I got myself (deservedly) booted from here, he was one of the guys who made a pain of himself, sending countless PM's and emails to help get me brought back. We had our share of disagreements over time, but one or both of us always sent a PM to reiterate what we both knew: our friendship was more important than some unimportant issue we had had differences over. It truly made the bond between us that much stronger.
I used to affectionately call him Hose Feathers or Horse Fodders, and I'd send him 'Clarence jokes' whenever I got the chance. He always laughed, even when the jokes weren't particularly funny.
Clarence was the father of a special needs child, and never complained; nor did he feel any self-pity. He was a strong man and a very good father.
He only recently went out on his own in the business world, after years of working for others. I recall being nervous for him, what with the weak economy and all, but I knew he was enormously talented, so I ditched the worrying and kept him in my prayers.
He was a master of the Photoshop program. Within mere minutes of hearing or seeing something funny, he'd have a perfect or near-perfect picture in his sig-block or latest post. And I'd be on the floor, trying to find the ass I'd just laughed off. Either that, or I'd be cleaning Pepsi off my keyboard because I'd spit it out, laughing hopelessly at the latest "Horseyism."
Clarence was my friend, and I miss him terribly already.
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