On Valentine's Day, 2020, Ms. B. and I were going out to dinner when a very impaired young fellow named Austin Mabry smashed into my car while we were sitting at a stoplight. He was immediately arrested on the scene, and I was called to be a witness at his court appearance. He didn't show up.
Since then, he has apparently faced numerous other drug-related charges, and the local police have been looking for him for a while. A short time ago, they found him dead in the crawlspace under a building not far from here. Doesn't sound like foul play; I suspect an overdose.
By all indications, he was the consummate waste of flesh. Still, I can't help but find it tragic for someone that young to be so fucked up. And now gone. Of course, this shit happens every day, but having experienced this kid up close and personal, that twinge of sadness isn't so abstract. He wasn't really a "kid," but for me, it's hard to think of him otherwise.
February 14, 2020: A Smashing Valentine's Day
1 comment:
You're right, this kind of thing happens far too often, and in my line of work I see quite a bit of this, either young people dead far, far too early, or people who have spent a lifetime in this kind of lifestyle.
I always wonder what happened along the way, what situation, or what series of events happened, to set a person down such a path.
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