you guys dont even know half the tragedy of brad's death. part of that being it was his first hit of dope in 8 years. and part of it was that he had had a death sentence on him once, back in the early 90s, when he was a solid user and had come so far and done so much with his life since leaving all that behind. but i didnt come on here to bring some kind of downer, i just wanted to share grief with you guys who seem to have actually been his friend. ive known brad since 1984, hung out with him every weekend for 8 years in a park where all the stoner and punk kids use to hang. i want to share with you a poem brad wrote on the back of his algebra homework on the 10th of January 1986, which oddly enough, we buried him on the 1/10/2004. this poem was passed around a circle of 20 grown up park kids while the body was lowered into the grave. this poem is so brad(from backthen mind you) that we all began to wail and laugh at the same time. im sure the old folks were trippin on us, but i wouldnt have changed a thing, other than wishing they coulda shared the moment with us... the force of time has no limit. time plays the ultimate part in our lives. time affects us at every moment. time cannot be stopped except by the end of time. the end of time will be when time's force wears thin, in some distant generation, and time slows and eventually stops. imagine time stopping and all past times converging on the same plane. that will be the ultimate end.
the ultimate end will be like someone turning a television set off. it(everything) will all just suck into the giant vacuum of the space of nothing. all life & non-life will just dissolve, except for one ozzy osbourne record which will stand as a memorandum of our race...because...ozzy rules eternally...even beyond the ultimate end. as we drove out of the cemetery, my best friend(also an ex-park kid) put in some black sabbath and we sat back for the cold quiet ride back to the city. brad touched alot of folks here, but i truly feel like ive lost a brother. im glad you got to know him, whoever all you guys are, and whereever you are. |
