superj
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any of you guys hear about that guy who killed his three kids and brother in wyoming this past summer? he also tried to kill his wife? they were at their house and he came out of the bedroom and started shooting? his name was everett conant and they lived in wheatland, a bit north of cheyanne.
he and i grew up together and played together since we were in diapers. he lived across the street from my grandparents, in corona ca, and no matter all the places my family moved, when ever we moved back home (socal) his family and mine would always get back together and do stuff together until we happened to move again and then when we moved back, we all got together again. all the way until i was in 10th grade, we hung out and his dad took us places and we looked at girls and did all the stuff guys did.
once we left socal in 92, i hadn't spoken to him. my mom always talked to his mom and she would let me know how they were, and i know his mom did the same with him. i had always planned on heading out and seeing him and his kids but you know how life is, you get busy or you just never get around to it because its not a high priority thing because you figure those guys will always be there.
i should've went and saw him. i don't know what happened but now i won't ever get to meet his kids and i won't ever get to hang out with his little brother and him again. i wonder if he would've had someone who asked how he was and what was bothering him, if it would've helped? someone that wasn't with him everyday, but knew him his whole life.
man, i am bummed. every time i think about it, it makes me cry because his little brother was a little mentally handicapped but was a huge guy. he was big huge teddy bear. butch (everett went by butch his whole life) was a big ol nice guy too. nacuma, his brother, always went every where we went. i don;t think he knew why, just we went and he wanted to go to. he always sat sucking his right thumb and would always give you a big hug when he saw you.
i am so sad. i'll probably write more later.
he and i grew up together and played together since we were in diapers. he lived across the street from my grandparents, in corona ca, and no matter all the places my family moved, when ever we moved back home (socal) his family and mine would always get back together and do stuff together until we happened to move again and then when we moved back, we all got together again. all the way until i was in 10th grade, we hung out and his dad took us places and we looked at girls and did all the stuff guys did.
once we left socal in 92, i hadn't spoken to him. my mom always talked to his mom and she would let me know how they were, and i know his mom did the same with him. i had always planned on heading out and seeing him and his kids but you know how life is, you get busy or you just never get around to it because its not a high priority thing because you figure those guys will always be there.
i should've went and saw him. i don't know what happened but now i won't ever get to meet his kids and i won't ever get to hang out with his little brother and him again. i wonder if he would've had someone who asked how he was and what was bothering him, if it would've helped? someone that wasn't with him everyday, but knew him his whole life.
man, i am bummed. every time i think about it, it makes me cry because his little brother was a little mentally handicapped but was a huge guy. he was big huge teddy bear. butch (everett went by butch his whole life) was a big ol nice guy too. nacuma, his brother, always went every where we went. i don;t think he knew why, just we went and he wanted to go to. he always sat sucking his right thumb and would always give you a big hug when he saw you.
i am so sad. i'll probably write more later.