Sulan the Legend

Sulan was an IT guy. He sat quietly in the corner of the bar we used to hang out in. Played his mock casino games, watching basketball or just reading the news. Paper news. He was that generation. He'd lick his finger before changing the page. But he was more than just a quiet guy. He loved heavy metal. That's not common among sixty year olds. His humor was as dark as his taste in music. Almost like a Russian. You could argue he was funny like a Fin. He would probably like that pun. 

Sulan used to choose his words carefully, speak softly and refused to repeat himself. If he spoke, everyone paid attention. Not necessarily because of the potential impact of his words but because we wanted to be reminded of the sound of his voice. In case any of us gets blessed with him calling us on the street. Some day that he did call him from across the street but they were in a hurry and he had a walker so nobody can be sure. Like Sulan, it's a legend passed around that he existed outside of Stugan. That rhymed. It's a shitty rhyme, but I dare you to make a better one writing about a dead person. Also, a better break of the fourth wall. Sulan would have liked it.

So stay strong Sulan, and rest in peace.

Legend on up there