death of a salesman.

if you've been to dingo's den, chances are you might have seen rich. he was very well known for saying lots of weird things to everyone, especially girls. i'll always remember a time when i was bartending and he walked up to two girls (about half his age) who were sitting at the bar by themselves. he put his arms around them and the first words to exit his mouth were "i'm not going to hurt you". i've never seen a couple of broads finish their drink and leave the bar so quickly in my life.

time and time again, rich would say the creepiest things to girls. and he always struck out. he would often tell me about how he had such a "boner" for some of the female staff at the bar and lots of other things you should just keep to yourself. i don't know anyone who has been rejected as many times as this man. but he never gave up. and he had no boundaries. young, old, fat, skinny, ugly, pretty. he would attempt his game with anything and everything. and for that i give him respect. he was just a lonely guy.

a lot of people didn't like him and mistreated him. and in some ways it can be understood. he would strike up conversations with just about anyone and if you didn't know the guy you might get a little creeped out from the things he would say and the way he would carry himself. but from working in dingos and seeing him there all the time, i know he was a good man with a good heart. he lived a few blocks over from the bar with his elderly mother. he was the only person who took care of her. he just didn't know how to transfer the good in him to the shit that would spill out of his mouth.

on numerous occasions through the years, he would make blatant sexual comments about girls i was with or dating. as recently as a month ago - commenting on how nice my girl's tits are and asking if he could talk to her. obviously i told him to fuck off, but with rich, you just gotta let some shit slide. he's done it to other people who have reacted differently and nearly punched his face in, but they didn't know him as well as we did.

regardless of what he's ever said or done to you, he was always the first one to buy you a shot or give you a cigarette if you needed one. he was always friendly and as creepy as he was at times, i couldn't say a bad thing about the dude. i truly hope that he is up in heaven surrounded by tons of hot bitches that are interested in every word he has to say.

through the years, i've managed to get some flicks of rich. him and his signature white t-shirt will definitely be missed and will go down in history among the people in dingos.












last night when i was walking out of the bar, i just happened to glance at the shelf before you walk out and i couldn't believe what i saw. it was rich's bike helmet. he would sometimes place it on the ledge next to the motorcycle helmets. i always found that kind of funny. we got a hammer and a nail and gave it it's rightful place on the wall.

RIP CRAZY RICH

Richard D Mazur
(March 30, 1967 - August 28, 2009)

Richard D. Mazur, 42, of Clifton on August 28, 2009. Born in Passaic, he was a lifelong resident of Clifton. Beloved son of Margaret (Kalinich) and the late Edward J. Mazur. Devoted brother of Edward Jr., of Clifton, Patricia McChristal of Essex Co., and Pamela Kessler of Hamburg, Pa.. Funeral Tuesday 10 AM at the Shook Funeral Home, 639 Van Houten Ave., Clifton. Interment, East Ridgelawn Cemetery, Clifton. www.shookfh.com

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