10-16-2019, 11:44 AM
(This post was last modified: 10-16-2019, 11:57 AM by Drunk Monk.)
And now, I'm in dialog with Ruth. I haven't seen her since I helped Dan move out.
Been touching base with a lot of old friends and acquaintances over this. It's surreal. Dan was in all my circles somewhere - here of course, but also Rock Med, JAH Med, and the martial world (not only because of the Dragon crew, but also through his former acupuncture connections, plus he did practice escrima for a while).
Yesterday was pretty rough for me. In a weird way, I'm looking forward to Florida just to get my mind off it all and give my tear ducts a break.
Halloween isn't helping. The skull fetish haunts me and I now see Halloween skulls thinking how Dan might approve or mock it. It reminds me that he pulled the best DOOM Night Drop on me of all.
It was Halloween, when Stacy and I were living at Saint Barbarian, that funky house that was falling down the hillside near Daly City Bart, technically the only time I lived in SF because the border was right down our street. I went by there a few months ago. It was totally trashed, in terrible shape, garbage in the yard - it sullied my memory. The house was flipped sideways and split into two tenant spaces. Our front door was actually the back door of the original design, so it had this weird entrance with a covered walkway up a few steps, sort of a stairwell but you couldn't see into it as you came down from the street. Stacy and I had gone to a show that night - I think it was a Jerry Garcia Halloween show, maybe at Kaiser? I can't quite remember. Dan had dropped a fully clothed CPR mannequin, seated on the stairs, cradling bottles of Duval and Satan Ale. It was beautifully arranged, total DOOM style. So I come home from the show, full on post-show-glow, turn the corner and there's this body seated on my staircase in front of my front door. Stacy says I made a weird yelp, a type of noise she'd never heard me make before. When she told Dan about that, they both sniggered profusely.
I kept that mannequin for years, trying to find an opportunity to Night Drop it on one of you. It was a life size body, and by then, most of us were living in spaces that weren't Night Drop friendly. Eventually, I think I gave it back to Dan. It was taking up too much space to have this body lying around, and it was lifelike enough that it would make you jump if you came upon it unexpectedly.
Been touching base with a lot of old friends and acquaintances over this. It's surreal. Dan was in all my circles somewhere - here of course, but also Rock Med, JAH Med, and the martial world (not only because of the Dragon crew, but also through his former acupuncture connections, plus he did practice escrima for a while).
Yesterday was pretty rough for me. In a weird way, I'm looking forward to Florida just to get my mind off it all and give my tear ducts a break.
Halloween isn't helping. The skull fetish haunts me and I now see Halloween skulls thinking how Dan might approve or mock it. It reminds me that he pulled the best DOOM Night Drop on me of all.
It was Halloween, when Stacy and I were living at Saint Barbarian, that funky house that was falling down the hillside near Daly City Bart, technically the only time I lived in SF because the border was right down our street. I went by there a few months ago. It was totally trashed, in terrible shape, garbage in the yard - it sullied my memory. The house was flipped sideways and split into two tenant spaces. Our front door was actually the back door of the original design, so it had this weird entrance with a covered walkway up a few steps, sort of a stairwell but you couldn't see into it as you came down from the street. Stacy and I had gone to a show that night - I think it was a Jerry Garcia Halloween show, maybe at Kaiser? I can't quite remember. Dan had dropped a fully clothed CPR mannequin, seated on the stairs, cradling bottles of Duval and Satan Ale. It was beautifully arranged, total DOOM style. So I come home from the show, full on post-show-glow, turn the corner and there's this body seated on my staircase in front of my front door. Stacy says I made a weird yelp, a type of noise she'd never heard me make before. When she told Dan about that, they both sniggered profusely.
I kept that mannequin for years, trying to find an opportunity to Night Drop it on one of you. It was a life size body, and by then, most of us were living in spaces that weren't Night Drop friendly. Eventually, I think I gave it back to Dan. It was taking up too much space to have this body lying around, and it was lifelike enough that it would make you jump if you came upon it unexpectedly.
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