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Dusty? Kris? Had you heard this yet?
I got quite a shock yesterday evening. Adam Allen came over to my house. When my brother and I greeted me at the door I smiled because it took a moment to recognize him between the baseball cap and new goatee. Then he gave me the most disturbing look, the same one my mom uses when she delievers news of a death.
"I've got some bad news, you'd better sit down." Oh gods. I bet my face looked terrified from those first five words. Two thoughts ran through my head. Oh no, Kelly's baby... He's dead... Or Kelly is... No. Oh no. So I was somewhat relieved, but still upset when I heard the actual news.
"Remember Brisco? He was shot in the back this morning. He's dead."
"What? Oh shit... Was it a gang thing or something?"
"No it was an argument with another guy over fireworks."
"No."
"Yeah."
As Adam suggested later, i'd hate to be the guy who shot Brisco when Henry catches up to him. Then again, the bastard deserves anything that's done to him. Short of getting off the hook.
I was in the same class in high school as Brisco. The thing I always will remember first about him, is on homecoming week our senior year, seeing him walk down the main hall wearing a fuzzy purple bathrobe over slacks and a white t-shirt, a hat that looked like it belonged in a gangster movie, aqnd carrying an old fashioned can, and walking in his version of a pimp step. He was always like that doing anything to make people smile or laugh. I didn't know him to well, and for some reason, I was always a little worried he and his buddies would end up in trouble with a gang, not members, but in trouble with one. Eerytime I heard someone talk about him, it seemed like despite his antics, he was a very nice guy. This sucks. To hear he's gone. Now my second thought of him is going to be, killed in an arguement over fireworks. The day after the first independence day of a new millenium. I hope the bastard who shot him gets properly punished.
I remember during my fall 2000 semester at college, getting a call to inform me some of my schoolmates had been shot. Over a stupid argument after the Hazel Green/Sparkman game. It was always a big rivalry, and there were often fist fights and scuffles between the students after the game, but a gun now... Brisco had only been shot in the calf then, and no one had died. Damnit. I still have an article on that saved in notepad on my computer. I guess i'm about to have another one. What the hell's wrong? The Huntsville/Hazel Green used to be a nice place to raise a family. Whast the hell's going on?
Brisco had joined the army. His parents had been afraid of losing him in there, instead they lose him when he's home for independence day. The world sucks...
Shindeiru is Japanese for dead.
An article with a picture is here.
I got quite a shock yesterday evening. Adam Allen came over to my house. When my brother and I greeted me at the door I smiled because it took a moment to recognize him between the baseball cap and new goatee. Then he gave me the most disturbing look, the same one my mom uses when she delievers news of a death.
"I've got some bad news, you'd better sit down." Oh gods. I bet my face looked terrified from those first five words. Two thoughts ran through my head. Oh no, Kelly's baby... He's dead... Or Kelly is... No. Oh no. So I was somewhat relieved, but still upset when I heard the actual news.
"Remember Brisco? He was shot in the back this morning. He's dead."
"What? Oh shit... Was it a gang thing or something?"
"No it was an argument with another guy over fireworks."
"No."
"Yeah."
As Adam suggested later, i'd hate to be the guy who shot Brisco when Henry catches up to him. Then again, the bastard deserves anything that's done to him. Short of getting off the hook.
I was in the same class in high school as Brisco. The thing I always will remember first about him, is on homecoming week our senior year, seeing him walk down the main hall wearing a fuzzy purple bathrobe over slacks and a white t-shirt, a hat that looked like it belonged in a gangster movie, aqnd carrying an old fashioned can, and walking in his version of a pimp step. He was always like that doing anything to make people smile or laugh. I didn't know him to well, and for some reason, I was always a little worried he and his buddies would end up in trouble with a gang, not members, but in trouble with one. Eerytime I heard someone talk about him, it seemed like despite his antics, he was a very nice guy. This sucks. To hear he's gone. Now my second thought of him is going to be, killed in an arguement over fireworks. The day after the first independence day of a new millenium. I hope the bastard who shot him gets properly punished.
I remember during my fall 2000 semester at college, getting a call to inform me some of my schoolmates had been shot. Over a stupid argument after the Hazel Green/Sparkman game. It was always a big rivalry, and there were often fist fights and scuffles between the students after the game, but a gun now... Brisco had only been shot in the calf then, and no one had died. Damnit. I still have an article on that saved in notepad on my computer. I guess i'm about to have another one. What the hell's wrong? The Huntsville/Hazel Green used to be a nice place to raise a family. Whast the hell's going on?
Brisco had joined the army. His parents had been afraid of losing him in there, instead they lose him when he's home for independence day. The world sucks...
Shindeiru is Japanese for dead.
An article with a picture is here.
