Rest in power Brother Dan

[Drunk Monk]

I was doing okay until I just got on shitonmyfacebook and saw Amber's posts.  Dan's daughter.  She just had a kid (yeah, Dan was the first DOOM granddad).  I haven't seen Amber since Dan & Syl's wedding.  

At the same time, Tara FBmessaged me with a cute cat vid and a blademaking vid.  

I can't even.  I must get offline now.

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There’s a fireworks show going off in Monterey. It’s foggy so they can’t be seen from our bungalow but the full hunter moon is beaming through. Dan going out with a bang.

I got so many private memories of Dan. They come flooding back, passing through my mind like cherished episodes. I was remembering when I first brought him before DOOM.  I knew he would get it.  And he needed our brotherhood to give him some family he never had.  It was my 21st birthday and we went up to SF Chinatown. Dan had that bottle of blood he stole from Laboratory Services (where he later got me a job).  We wound up at some bar on Pier 31, and Dan being younger, was underage, but being so damn tall, he just slide in.  I know he cherished DOOM, even if he stopped posting here.  It gave him such pride to stand among us.  He loved the camaraderie.  

Our first DOOM brother to fall.