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Originally Posted by Dadi Kewl
Unfortunately yes.
One night i was walking back from blackbush market near camberly
We had been fucking about there all day, just drinking and smoking
We we're walking home, back down the dual carrageway...just jibbering
I took a swig of my beer, then looked round to say some shit to him..
..He wasn't there...and i saw a truck that had gone past...slow down
then pick up acceleration...i was like 'Where the fuck you gone...you
best not have passsed out on me' i looked behind me and there he was
Hanging off the branch of the tree...i went over and noticed blood everywhere
..he had a hole in the back of his head..i got him out of the tree, and tried
to get him to come around...but all he did was make a mumble..and then went
limp. It was the most fucked up thing thats ever happened to me...everyday
i think about those people driving the van...i get worked up, and get into fights
if i ever find out or come across who was driving...they'll resent to the point that
they'd rather be tortured by saddam...
Anyway...those living in britain may of heard it on the news...
R.I.P Mark Ayres...
Who's life was stolen..
Sorry i got lost in thought when writing it..
He was killed by the wing mirror hitting the back of his head..
but some times its like it hit me aswell (metaphorical)
I still see the shrink...dont know when that will end
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Jesus…that’s…damn.
The mirror hit him and it threw him into a tree? My god...that’s pretty much putting me at a loss for words.
That would be hard to cope with, well, actually everything that has been said, and just death period is hard to cope with. The seeing a psychiatrist may never end, it would really matter on how that is still effecting you. You could deal with that fully, to the point where you accept the fact he’s gone and live on, but the memory of it will always be there, and it would always be hard to think about.
Sorry to hear that man, Rest In Peace Mark.
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Originally Posted by Sand
i seriously saw a guy get shot right next to me at this thing in santa fe called za zobra or something. i was only like six, and i couldn't sleep for a bunch of nights. his brains got splatted everywhere, it was gross ..
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At least you were younger...I suppose it would be less vivid when thinking about it now...Though something like that would be remembered.
Do you know why or anything? Like why he was shot?
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Originally Posted by Aisle 5
Last year, in a car accident my brother died. It was some tragic shit. . haunts me to this day.
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Yeah, I remember you saying that in that thread I made earlier this year about the girl I knew who died in the car accident. That really sucks man...shit just isn’t fair. Rest in peace.
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Originally Posted by Clint
I have. My brother commited suicide when I was 11 in the bathroom at our old apartment in Brooklyn. I didn't see the initial act of him taking his life but I saw the aftermath in that bathroom. Which is why I still see a shrink and shit.
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Sorry to hear that man... I was just wondering a couple things about, like, how old was he and do you know why he did it? If it’s not something you want to talk about, I completely understand. It’s incredibly personal, and I guess I’m asking because, well, it’s a serious subject, and also I’ve never been near death really, other than a friend of mine who died in a car accident, I wasn’t there, and I wasn’t even that close with her yet it really hit me hard...and I can only image how you feel. May he finally have found his peace.