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Date Posted: 11:09:06 01/28/11 Fri
Author: OldSpice
Author Host/IP: 184-96-246-154.hlrn.qwest.net / 184.96.246.154
Subject: Re: Old Spice's Q&A Souq
In reply to: Sioux 's message, "Re: Old Spice's Q&A Souq" on 18:33:13 01/27/11 Thu

There were times when Brian decided he wanted to go to a hotel, and once I went along on the adventure. We got really stoned on mandrax and just ran around the hallways raising hell until they finally kicked us out. We sat outside on the curb laughing and falling over and someone from the hotel came out and made us go away. He never made a deal about who he was, he would just giggle and do whatever they said. In that he was just like anyone else in London in those days. He could have really good days and really bad nights. I could handle the drugs better than he did and even though I dont remember him having bad trips with me, I wasnt always around.
Brian was my first death, and it was the hardest. Since then Ive lost two husbands, my best friend in the States, and innumerable others from AIDS and drugs. I hate to say it gets easier, but it does. However the day I heard Brian was dead, which was from my mothers cleaning woman who had just heard it on the radio, I just fell apart on the back lawn, then took the train to my boyfriends place and hid. I cant even express how hard that was. When my best friend Timothy died of AIDS in the 90s the hardest thing was not being able to pick up the phone to call him anymore. It was so sudden. He was there, and doing fine, then a week later he was gone.

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