So this guy I have known and loved like a brother for years is in the hospital due to a beating he got from 2 drunken fucking assholes who jumped him for NO FUCKING REASON in Downtown Seattle last Saturday morning at around 2:30... NICEST guy in the world. One of the rare selfless genuinely sweet people that you meet in your life ya know???
Back in the days he owned/promoted one of the most successfull Seattle Nightclubs ever. Good old Superhighway. Ironically enough... My Father had already lived up here for a number of years and my sister moved up here in 96... She met Troy and his brothrer Luke (two twins that owned andran the venue) and became good friends with them... LIke a sister..They took good care of her and looked out for her for a number of years.
One morning after the club had closed, at an afterparty, she threw a CD that I had put together and was using for a demo at that time (I was traveling alot playing records all over the place... SF (Where I was living), Chicago, Minneapolis, San Diego, Miami from coast to coast son). Troy insisted that I come up and play at his club ASAP. In fact I rocked it so hard that he gave me a residency and flew me up once a month to keep me in the rotation. Prime time... Main room... My experiences at that point were what formed my perception of Seattle. I couldnt get enough of it... The people, the scene... The City, It reminded me of SF alot. He was the kind of guy that if you skipped out before you got payed hed hunt you down to make sure shit was right... Wouldnt put you up iin some shitbox motel, I stayed at the Westin or my sisters...
When Id go home to SF It would just pale in comparison. The "scene" was so fucked up from all of the meth and the GHB epidemic down there in the late 90s.... I was fucked up on every drug I could get my hand on.... It was a pretty dark time in my life, I had alot of fun, but looking back all the rockstar bullshit would have been best done without.
The repercussions of my selfishness and not giving a fuck about anybody but myself and doing drugs could have been done without hapilly in retrospect. Funny how life is like that; hindsight being twenty twenty and all...although you see shit coming like a slow train wreck, you choose not to get out of the way. I dont know maybe Im the only one.
I Moved up to Seattle based on the times I had around Troy, and the people we were surrounded with. Some brilliant UBER creative people. When I would come up here the scene wasnt that infested with Meth yet, but soime friends and I that Id learnerd moved up here from SF shortly before me fixed that all up... Funny how when you shit where you live you fuck up what you love about something most.
Its sad that it takes trials and tribulations and so much pain; ours or the ones we love to learn lifes lessons usually. Only the most insightful of the wise learn froim the mistakes of others. I fail yet still even after all the shit ive been through, The fights, the cops, the guns, the pain, the sorrow...... And now my friend lays in a hospital bed in a coma, with holes drilled into his skull to relieve pressure from his brain swelling. No motor activity, on a respirator.... MRI COMING BACK WITH SADDENING RESULTS... AT BEST A 50/50 CHANCE AT LIFE BECAUSE SOME FAGGOTS beat his ass to possibly the last moments of his life.
A local paper reports that "MAN HOSPITILAIZED AFTER HITTING THE WRONG GIRL" (like there is a right one). NONE of the fuckiing faggots in the club (newjacks) did SHIT about it or gave police reports becasue they were scared of getting busted for drugs... My sister happened on the club MOMENTS after it happened... No one even knew his last fucking name... SHE DROVE AT 3 AM to his brothers house to get him as at that time NO familly had been notified.
KOMO 4 reported (the SUSPECTS fucking rendition) That Troy had cold cocked this chick (who was admittewd to the hospital as well for alcohol poisoning) and the Fucking faggots that stomped him and beat him to DEATH (He was Dead on the scene all the way to the hospital) STILL had him on the ground when the cops showed up. According to the it was "Self defence". He lied DEAD.
Thats what the fucking paper wrote. With NO research, nothing... A fucking SUSPECT of a MURDER's story as the truth... Thats what the poilice report outlined to as Troy sure as fuck couldnt give a side and everyone that was there was to fucking chicken shit to say anything.
Troy's the kind of guy that would give you his last twenty five cents. I hadnt been close to him since he was partying and I just cant be around any asopect of it.... But for him to be agressive, let alone hit a girl is propostorous.
FINALLY SOMEONE who saw the thing stepped up. Seems the real story is that the chick couldnt even walk bumped into him, he turned around to say excuse me... (as hes poilite like that) and the two fucking cocksuckers beat him..., SHE GOT HIT by a flailing punch by Troy trying to defend himself. A total accident. They beat him after he had passed out for at least three to four mminutes. He had suffered a heart attack and massive brain damage by the time the cops got there and was pronounced dead on the scene and revived ojust before arriving at the Hospital about another 5 minutes away.
The rub is that the fucking pigs BOUGHT these fucking assholes story and let them go. "pending investigation".
Sometimes I truly wish id remember shit like this and the feelings it provokes... It makes me want to be a better person, so many times Ive done fucked up shit to people... Never thinking about the value of a life... including my own.... Its a fucking greim reminder that I dont have to be an asshole... I wish that one charachter defect would dissappear, then something like this happens to the nicest guy in the world.
And people wonder why peopel cary guns... Taking a life in a stupor induced by alcohol is still murder. My friend is still in a coma, these assholes (INCLUDING THE CUNT AS SHE FUCKING JOINED IN) are still free.
Has kind of made me think. I trruly hope to be more kind to people... The way I feel right now Im not all that proud of how I act sometimes... IRL, or here on the webz.
If you believe in god, or you dont. Please help me pray for my friend, Troy Duncan.
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