EPILOGUE: WHEREABOUTS & IN CLOSING
Which leads to the present: ten years later…
And with the dragging decade past, I haven’t seen too much of anyone, but I have heard some things…
David Jameson got married, became a self-employed computer salesman, and plays drums in a two-man band called CITIZEN ABEL. He holds weekly “concerts” in his garage for neighborhood kids for a three-dollar entrance fee ($3.50 for anyone over thirteen)…
Gregory Den, after having worked at five pizza delivery jobs, married the daughter of a semi-popular television evangelist, and became an un-ordained minister at his own church called END TIMES BAPTIST in St. John, Arizona. There are only ten people in Den’s congregation, five of them deacons. He preaches out of the Book of Revelations each and every week. There is a window on the ceiling/roof that’s kept open during Sunday service, so to avoid any serious head injuries in case of the rapture. Gregory and his wife live in an undisclosed residence somewhere in the (St. John’s) desert near his church. The have three boys: Hanniah, Mishael, and Azariah.
Sissy married, moved to a posh neighborhood in Irvine, California, and works as a computer programmer…
Adam Crumb married and works as head manager at a stereo store, POOF’S HI FI DISCOUNT CENTER, in Corona, California…
Ed Marshall remained single. He moved to Northern California, where he works as a mechanic for a major airline…
Rory Blacksmith was hit by a truck while crossing the street, on his way to a video store specializing in pornography where he was living in Van Nuys, California. He wasn’t killed but the truck was thereafter scrapped due to heavy bumper damage. Rory lives in Austin, Texas, where he’s one of fifty accountants for a used-car franchise called LEONARD’S LEMON PATCH…
Robert Sandoval, after having cleaned up off of booze, while working full time, went to college and in two years got a banking degree, is married and works as Vice President in a large bank in Pittsburgh, Pa., where he owns three two-story houses. He’s said to be worth over ten million dollars…
Gale Trask lives with his girlfriend in Chula Vista, a ragged city on the border of Southern California and Tijuana, Mexico, where he works part time at a fishing Tackle shop owned by a second cousin of his sister’s husband…
Cudd plays bass guitar in twenty-three underground bands, these include: CRAZED, BOYS DO CRY, NIBLER, GAMBLE YOUR SOUL, HEFTY ANGELS, LAB PEOPLE, WORSE, DETOURED, DEFEATED, DETAINED, DEFUSED, DESTESTED, DECIEVED, DESIRED, DEVOURED, DEVOID, DECEASED, DEFUNCT, DISEASED, DELAYED, FRUIT BRUTE, MEATY OGRE, THE FREAKY LEAKS, ELEVENTH HEAVEN, SEAGUL RUSE, LANCASTER SUITE, LARD SUITCASE, POOPER SCOOPER, DUMP BUTTON, SABER FACE, WASTING RHYME, FOOD FEET, GIGANIC SAVIOR, RAD SNACK, and LABEL DODGERS, awaiting fame and fortune while also working as a baggage boy in a grocery store in Costa Mesa, California…
Marc Sandoval, after having left Sammi, worked many jobs (mostly waiting tables) and then, after realizing his loneliness, and that his life had no “solid core”, returned to, began dating, and eventually married his “true love”, Sammi Henderson (now Samantha Sandoval). They have fifteen children and three more on the way (triplets). He works as a janitor at an Elementary School in Garden Grove, California; Sammi is a full time nurse at a children’s hospital somewhere in downtown Long Beach…
IN CLOSING
…And you know, I really miss him… Marc, that is. He was annoying as hell, but he taught me a lot of things, especially in the beginning, before Sean Dusk arrived. The things I learned from Mark weren’t, in the scope of life, too important I guess, but I’ll tell you this much - it’s tough to thank a catalyst for making things happen, and for making a once dreary life somewhat interesting.
Maybe one of these days I’ll look him up, who knows…
But for now, I’m spent from all this writing. I feel like burning this notebook.
But I don’t think I will…
At the time, back during those gray, lonesome hours at the Cavern, and the long, dull, smoky nights at the CUES pool hall, I’d never imagined they’d turn out to be the “good old days.” But life is full of surprises.
So I’ll leave you all now with my deepest regards, and also, my utmost apologies… they’re all the same in my book…
Yours truly,
Sean Dusk
a.k.a.
Shane Obscure
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