Since he died at 32, it means he’s missed 26, which adds up to an awful lot of missed cake.
I remember what a sweet tooth he had and how, whenever I’d visit him on the road, I’d always have a dozen Dunkin’ Donuts on hand.
After a while, he came to expect them, like I was his designated doughnut dealer.
Other than that, he had pretty much cleaned up his act, so to speak, no longer smoking or drinking, proud of his first AA coin. He even took up yoga while living in L.A., or Hell-A, as he called Los Angeles.
I was in such awe of this, his ability to change habits he had for so long, but despite all that, God, as we know, had another plan for Bill.
When I think of all the creeps in comedy still crawling around, it does make one question the Great Creator’s judgment, leaving them, taking Hicks, so I’ve decided, that’s proof enough there has to be something more.
Ironically, the film, Defending Your Life, about what happens in the afterlife, was a favorite of his. He loved how the Meryl Streep character because of her good works on earth, got the better hotel, and Albert Brooks, whose were down a quart, a cheaper one.
He howled at that.
I can’t imagine what it must have been like for him as he spent his last days at his parent’s home in Little Rock, knowing he was checking out, but what I do know is this…
he was kind and loving, giving and noble in all things, so I’m guessing as I write this…
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