So it's 630 on a Monday evening here here in South Korea and I find out Brian Turd has been shot dead in the streets of New Orleans. I don't know so much how to take all this right now. I can't believe it but I also sometimes can't believe he lived this long. Yet some other times I also feel like we'd both live forever. We survived so much it just seemed like if we were going to go early then our number should have been up long ago.
Right now it's all just sinking in. I don't know if I'm sad or angry or nostalgic or fucking angry.
I'm definitely angry at whoever shot him. I don't know the details but I do know that if you bring a gun to a fist fight then you are lower than cowardly. If it was a mugging then they are big piece as ass shit. You can look at Brian and just know you won't get more than 20 bucks and his life, any life, is so much more valuable than that.
He had his dark moments, an understatement I know, but he had his damn charm too. He was a genuinely funny mother fucker. I think those that got to know him personally agree that he would be a true friend till the end. He often told me that he didn't care if I deserved an ass kicking or not that no matter what i did he would always be there to help me out if he saw one coming my way. Not just to have my back but to be at my side or even in front of me. I know that friends ought to try and set friends straight when they are wrong but it feels good to have someone like that in this fucked up world when things aren't always cut out to be so black and white and he was that someone for me.
I remember the first time I met Brian I was 16. He pulled up to my dad's house in a old big ass truck that would later come to be know the "Motel Dodge." He had Cannibal Corpse cranked and was sporting one hell of a mullet. He quoted the lines most would find most disturbing but he found most entertaining and would let out his patented Beavis and Butthead-ish laugh.
Speaking of Beavis and Butthead we even rode our bikes together to the very first issue of the comic book when it came out. I'm sure many teenage friends did this but we were in our 20s.
Just found out he was walking his dog when he was shot. Completely fucked.
I can't really think too straight anymore. I'll add some more details when I get them. Please add some of your own if you have any.