I had a friend who predicted this back around 1990.

We all dismissed him as a paranoid crank, but he has the last laugh in the graveyard.

Edit:

Re-reading this, I deeply miss my old buddy, Mad Bill Jones.

He was an unschooled genius with a flair for the language and a hilariously bent sense of humor, who took no shit from anyone (sometimes to his disadvantage) and had an uncanny ability to accurately read people despite their camouflage.

He was a hard-drinking alcoholic who wouldn't stop until he consumed every drop in the house, and he tended to monologue when drunk, but he was a talented carpenter who was too weird to work a regular job and a good man who stood by his friends and managed to bring together people who otherwise wouldn't give each other the time of day.

He suffered during his last days of liver failure complicated by a lingering hepatitis he contracted in a NY state prison back around 1970, and I was a continent away, too broke to go see him on the East Coast (or so I rationalized to myself at the time), and he died before I could tell him how much he meant to me.

I guess this little exercise is a lame effort to make it known to the ether that I miss him and wish I could have told him goodbye.

Here's to you, Wildebeeste!

I had a friend who predicted this back around 1990.

We all dismissed him as a paranoid crank, but he has the last laugh in the graveyard.