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The time has come to close your eyes and still the wind and rain.

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Got terrible news today.

Reports from Cleveland tell me that Alasha Eagle is dead. Somewhere in New Mexico on the reservation. That is all I know. Age 24.

I took this well but then it began to prey on me. I mean, no one really thought Alasha was the "make it to 30 type." I'm not being mean, but it is true.

I met him when I was 20 years old. At a party, at Dunaway's apartment. He was 12 at the time. I bummed a cigarette off him. That was the beginning of our friendship. Son of a psycho, pothead professor, this kid was a juvenile delinquint and a whiz at Magic cards. Hundreds of stories to be told there, most centering around Alpha Arms. Of all the folks I knew in Cleveland, he was perhaps the most interesting. He was far more intelligent and dangerous than most people gave him credit for. Anyone who remembers the Skene school fire knows that.


So I burned a deck of Magic cards, with a Nalathni dragon on top tonight. I don't know if he took any cards with him, but I know he needs a decent deck. Poured vodka shots on his fire, gave him Camels to repay a long ago debt.

Punk kid, did you have to prove us right?
  • I remember him. Small kid, very outspoken, lots of foul language. Draco Malfoy-type gone darker.

    24, huh? Man, how time makes fools of us.

    Speaking of Dunaway....where is that old cuss? And John Patterson? I find myself thinking aobut them more often than not lately....

    *psychic powers...activate!*
    • I know why you've been thinking of JP, you dirty, dirty boy! No idea where he is, though. Didn't he marry that dance chick, Laura? Last I heard he was living in Jackson, working as a translator for some bank. If you have any pictures of anyone, by the way, I am commanding you to post them, as I have no pics of anyone, ever. :(

      Dunaway has 2 daughters with different moms, living in McComb with one of the moms. Plays in a band sometimes, I can't remember what it's called. I'll post it when I do remember. Dunaway, that dude was fucked up! Like crazier than me, and that's saying something! Emotionally unstable.
      • JP was the hotness, and you KNOW it. He could have been had, just a few beers, then wait until his mindset registered "Okay, promise you wont tell anyone..."

        BAM. Good as naked in the bed, with a smile on his face :)

        Dunaway? Please. Had it, didn't need it anymore....

        *blink*

        Uh-oh, did I SAY that? Never mind.....
        • JP was pretty hot. And, like, a GOOD person. Like genuinely GOOD. I felt a little bit bad about corrupting him. He was AN INNOCENT, and all.

          I never had Dunaway, myself. Contrary to popular opinion, even though we lived not 10 yards away from each other, I never even so much as kissed him. I prefer to think he was being a gentleman.
          • Uh, ex-CRETE me? Innocent? *snort* Yeah, right. Naive, maybe, but never innocent.

            *in true JP voice*

            "Shut yer hoooole!"
  • Wow. I will never, ever forget him hitching an unknown (to me, anyway...ahem...) ride to Mardi Gras and the two of you playing Magic on the folded down seat of the Geo in the pouring thunderstorm on the way there.

    And the way he was running off and I was freaking out over "losing" him in the crowd, but when we hit that particular stretch of bourbon that was taken over by gay men he was *plastered* to my side.

    And the giant piece of glass that was stuck in my boot, and as we discovered later in my foot, that he was kind enough to pull out of said boot.

    ...

    wow.
  • Oh yeah, and Alasha was 11 when we first met him. He sure looked like a pint-sized drug dealer in the early Magic days, running back and forth between our apartment and home, clutching a white card box and a cigarette "for later" tucked behind his ear.
    I like to think that, but for our influence, he would've been dead at 17.
  • I'm glad I never bonded with him or Emery for this very reason. There was just something criminal about Alasha that I wanted to beat out of him for the first year or so I knew him. I was more comfortable with him as I lost hope for his future. It's how I felt 12 years ago as an elitist, last impressions as I moved to Tunica and David James got married.
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