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Monday, May 03, 2004

Entry from Tue Feb 10, 11:26:58 PM

Tonight as Dad and I were watching Gilmore Girls, the doorbell rang. It was David Ross... "My David," from so many years ago.
David was always in search of trouble; it seems he's finally found it. Last month he was let out of jail... He served six months for a burglary he swears he didn't commit... He says it was his third "visit." He has 22 misdemeanors, and 3 felony charges on his record...
Yet another wasted youth.

Today my David died.
I was sleeping on my mom's couch, while Mom and Steph played Uno, when Amanda called. Steph relayed the message: "Two white males were found dead in a backyard on Crosby and Nix."
She called back not too much later to say one of them was David. I was in shock, but suspected it had been something like a 'drug-deal gone bad...' Something a little easier to swallow than the truth.
I'm still not sure I can cope with what really happened. I don't want to believe he could be capable of such a thing.
He and some friends were stealing radios out of cars last night, and David also took a gun. Today they all left the campus during lunch and went to one of their houses. They smoked out, and David pointed the gun toward another guy (Asa Phillips). Asa said something like 'if you're going to aim it at me, at least have the balls to pull the trigger,' so he did... he shot Asa right in the forehead.. everyone else ran off, and then David shot himself...
Eighth grade, when David and I were dating, we walked to the park near my house. Chris Kiel, a kid from our school, came out of his house and pointed a gun at David.
Steph, Amanda and I went over to Sam's to tell her what had happened. I had to tell the story over and over, and the more I said the words, the deeper my heart sank. I watched Sam and her family shrivel and cry, just as I was crying. We tried to lift the mood by talking about memories. Like the time we all went to Thomas pool, five summers ago. Five summers... it can't have been that long. Mrs. Lou came by to pick us up, and as we rode back to Sam's house, it started to rain. Steph, Sam, Tony, David and I went from splashing in the pool, to singing in the rain.
We dressed Tony up as a girl and took pictures.
My crush on David grew.
Seventh grade, early November, Thomas pool was throwing a turkey race thingy. Every guy jumped in the pool and raced against each other for a Thanksgiving turkey; David won.
"If masturbation is a rainbow, may you have a colorful summer."
Art class.
Granted, he's changed a lot through the years. I never would have thought that the David I knew five summers ago could have become... today's headline.


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