12-14-2024, 02:05 PM
Well, this is a weird one. Back in high school, I had two best friends outside of D00M. We were known as ‘the trinity’, me, Scott & Bruce.
Scott was the person who turned me on to the Grateful Dead. He went to UC Berkeley and joined Acacia frat. I’m still good friends with several of his frat bros. He was handsome, smart & confident - had to beat gals off with a stick. Then he got brain cancer. I saw him through some of that - driving him to treatments. He lost all his hair and his confidence. He became very reclusive. We all reached out to him when we could, occasionally dragging him out to party at a cabin in Tahoe or something like that; his frat bros were pretty druggy back then (they’ve settled down as have I).
Just prior to the pandemic, he ghosted everyone. We’ve all been trying to contact him since.
The trinity observed Friday the 13th as our special holiday which we called spoonfest - it spiraled out of some weird high school joke we made about passing this ‘holy’ aluminum ball from spoon to spoon - silly teenage stuff. But we’d always check in on Friday the 13th a, usually with a text.
Yesterday we got a reply.
We were thrilled and batted some texts back and forth only to eventually get this today:
“Sorry I'm not Scott. I have this number from the last 3 years. I thought this was a prank.”
Bruce is in Seattle - I saw him a few years ago when he visited to handle some family affairs. He has no attachment here anymore since his parents died and his sister moved away too. I’ll have to find an excuse to go back to Seattle soon as he is a dear friend.
Scott was the person who turned me on to the Grateful Dead. He went to UC Berkeley and joined Acacia frat. I’m still good friends with several of his frat bros. He was handsome, smart & confident - had to beat gals off with a stick. Then he got brain cancer. I saw him through some of that - driving him to treatments. He lost all his hair and his confidence. He became very reclusive. We all reached out to him when we could, occasionally dragging him out to party at a cabin in Tahoe or something like that; his frat bros were pretty druggy back then (they’ve settled down as have I).
Just prior to the pandemic, he ghosted everyone. We’ve all been trying to contact him since.
The trinity observed Friday the 13th as our special holiday which we called spoonfest - it spiraled out of some weird high school joke we made about passing this ‘holy’ aluminum ball from spoon to spoon - silly teenage stuff. But we’d always check in on Friday the 13th a, usually with a text.
Yesterday we got a reply.
We were thrilled and batted some texts back and forth only to eventually get this today:
“Sorry I'm not Scott. I have this number from the last 3 years. I thought this was a prank.”
Bruce is in Seattle - I saw him a few years ago when he visited to handle some family affairs. He has no attachment here anymore since his parents died and his sister moved away too. I’ll have to find an excuse to go back to Seattle soon as he is a dear friend.
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