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onramp year two 2002
onramp year one 2001
Dustbin days- 2000
Saturday, Sept. 08, 2001 - 7:23 p.m.
i went to bed around 3 am after listening to "ghost to ghost" am with art bell. joe and brian were out playing lazer tag and got back around 5. i woke up at 7 to brian's cell phone making werid sounds and took it into him. i proceeded to hear "fuck" "oh, fuck" "how the fuck" and various other colorful phrases. it turns out that his brother died in a car accident last night. it gets worse he threw himself onto the highway in front of a truck.
so, this is my sister's boyfriend and my sister is in seattle still. brian is crying and i don't know what to say. i give him a hug but it doesn't seem like anough.i had only met casey a few times and i knew he was a fucked up kid. he was 17 and had been in and out of mental institutions the past year. he was an alcoholic and drug addict who still lived with his mom and made her life very difficult because no matte what she said he did what he wanted. on one weekend he had recieved 3 minor in possession charges. he had just been put on house arrest. brian was th last person to talk to him it seems. he loved and cared for his brother. seeing his brother fuck his life up made him even more sure of his sraightedge ideals. i wish my sister could have been there for him. she is coming down tomorrow on the bus after packing up her apartment early. i feel bad that brain has to deal wit his family. a mother who did all she could but the kid wouldn't listen, is going to get all sorts of shit from his dad who lived over 1000 miles and way and always talked about how he wanted to be in the kids life but wouldn't do anything like move closer or pay child support. he left a pretentious message on brian's answering machine that said "my son is dead" not like there was any tie between brain and his brother or anything. there is more stuff but this isn't the place to put it.
it has been a long time since someone i had known died. i was begining to not believe in goodbyes cause i always seemed to see my friends again. it wasn't real i'd just run into them someother time and usually in some other place. i don't know what i would do if my sister died.
so i'm back in portland. joe had to drive brian's car cause brian wasn't in his right mind. eve nthough he still hd another hour drive after that.
thanx liz for getting me the info about hte ameripass. i'll pass it along.
i've got a ton of buttons to make.-alex
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