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Jaybro

Social climber
Wolf City, Wyoming
Topic Author's Reply - Nov 2, 2012 - 09:36pm PT
Desert climbing season style bump
dirtbag

climber
Nov 2, 2012 - 09:39pm PT
I attended the Guvernator's first inauguration.
Jaybro

Social climber
Wolf City, Wyoming
Topic Author's Reply - Nov 2, 2012 - 09:57pm PT
Roid shooters, in elephant glasses?
dirtbag

climber
Nov 2, 2012 - 10:00pm PT
You got it--disturbing.
splitter

Trad climber
Cali Hodad, surfing the galactic plane
Nov 28, 2012 - 08:31am PT
"I'm glad we left there when we did."

My parents moved to Seattle from Canada, since that was were all the cheap lumber was at the time, and bought a lot split it in two, built houses sold them and repeated the process, etc., and for a while all was well. My brother and I were born there. I can recall the last house, and two of my young neighbors that I was closest to, "friends" I suppose you could call them.

One was a boy my age who, like myself, had just turned six the day we left Seattle. As a matter of fact, him & his father & mother came to visit and say fare well to myself and my parents the night we left Seattle to return to Canada!

What I remember most about him was his penchant to cause harm, to do evil! The kid was just hell bent on causing trouble, ruining, destroying things, and hurting people. He wasn't a formidable type of individual, a big bully type of kid, he was just the type of kid you would NOT turn your back on.

I must have been around him a lot, because his parents bought half of our lot and the house on it from my father and they were our next door neighbors. I recall one afternoon we (myself, him and his brother) had a babysitter & she decided to separate us into different rooms for the express purpose of our taking a nap. The memory I have of this is thinking, "Big mistake, he will be all alone." and that meant trouble. I mean, why would I, a 5 year old kid at the time, remember something as simple as that all these years? Why? Because the kid was that devious, that bad, that EVIL, even that young ... and it was that obvious to me. That is why!!

As I was leaving to go back home that day he showed me a hand full of 16 penny framing nails. I new what they were because my father was a carpenter and I use to pick them up whenever he dropped them as he was framing our homes, and collect a hand full before giving them back. Anyway, this kid was all excited about sticking them behind and in front of each tire of his dads car. Sure enough my mom informs, me the next day, that I won't be playing with him anytime soon because it flattened several of his dads tires!

There were many things like that. I would never have intentionally harm my parents or their property, on the contrary, I respected and loved them. I recall that he particularly despised his mother.

One other thing that happened which really stuck with me involved the other person that I said I have memories of, who was a girl our age. I remember the last time I recall seeing her (although there were probably more). She had a cast part way up her calf, had broken her ankle/leg. She was very pissed, just vehement towards him for pushing her down a flight of stairs behind her house. That is how she broke her leg. He had done various other very mean things to her. And there were many other instances, and I was very wary of him in general, he had done a lot of mean things to me. LIke I said, you couldn't turn your back on him. But those are just a couple to give you an idea. Like I said, I last saw him the night before we left, and I had just turned six years old, BUT, i never forgot that kid!!!

SO, jump forward to around 2001-2006! I followed the trial of the Green River Killer, off and on (like most peeps) and one day (actually it slowly came together) I realize that he was the close to my age. He was born in early Feb 1949, myself five months later. He had lived with his brother and parents in Renton, Washington (suburb of Seattle) so did we. In fact, that is where my father bought the lots and built the homes we had lived in.

So I started doing some checking and they had moved to Renton from Salt Lake city when He was very young and bought a house on 169th Street in Renton, Washington. Yikes, that was our street, the last house we lived in that my father had built was on that street. The house next door to the kid I just told you about.

Yep, as you probably guessed by now, he was the kid I just told you about. I checked the address of his mothers house (what he/they referred to it as) and it was RIGHT next door to our house. The lot that my father had split and sold to them.

CRAZY!!!

So, the quote at the beginning of this story, belongs to my sister who is five years older than me. I can understand her reasoning, eh?

CHILLING!!!

I also have a brother, five years my junior, who was born in Renton (actually that is where I was born) just before we left for Canada. Gary Ridgeway's first victim was a boy younger than him that he brutally stabbed and left for dead when he (GR) was 16. When he was asked why he did it, his answer was "I always wondered what it would be like to kill someone!"

ALWAYS!

Sheeeeet! If that's the case, then, he had been wondering what it wold be like to kill somebody when I new him (most likely) or shortly thereafter! I mean, think about it, that "kid" was convicted of killing 49 women, and has confessed to murdering close to 100 women! And, they suspect, probably many more!

YIKES!!!!!

So, I agree with my sister, "I'm glad we left there when we did."!!

edit: I (actually it's in our family collection) have a picture of me and GR standing behind the last house that my dad built on 169th Street. The house that was next door to his. Standing, posing for the picture my mother was taking of us. It has never been published. Hopefully I can find it and get it scanned, etc!

BTW, this is the first time I have discussed this, told this story to anyone, other than my younger brother and older sister!

What a long, strange trip my life has been!!!!
T Hocking

Trad climber
Redding, Ca
Nov 28, 2012 - 09:45am PT
^^^
Thats some scary sh!t Splitter,glad ya didn't live next to the monster later in life.
Tad
kennyt

climber
Woodfords,California
Nov 28, 2012 - 09:45am PT
Bluerings posts.
Jaybro

Social climber
Wolf City, Wyoming
Topic Author's Reply - Nov 28, 2012 - 10:21am PT
Though Tad, someone did, and does!
T Hocking

Trad climber
Redding, Ca
Nov 28, 2012 - 10:29am PT
So did this Gary Ridgeway get life in Prison or the death penalty?
maybe I'll google it.
Here we go,
http://www.ask.com/wiki/Gary_Ridgway?o=2849&qsrc=999
Grampa

climber
from SoCal
Nov 28, 2012 - 10:49am PT
Amazing story splitter. Wow. This makes me wonder what, if anything, one could do as a parent of a defective child.

We were very close friends with a family who has a defective son. I have no doubt he will spend his life in prison. While not as bad as GR was when young, there is clearly evil and violence it this kid, who was a premie and has been on heavy meds all of his life. His parents work so hard, trying new doctors, new schools, new meds, everything. It is heart breaking.

The worst part of all this, the boy will not be put away until *after* he harms or kills someone.
Reilly

Mountain climber
The Other Monrovia- CA
Nov 28, 2012 - 11:20am PT
Splitter, the next time I move I'm gonna make sure it isn't next to you.
You're a jinx, man!
Norwegian

Trad climber
Placerville, California
Nov 28, 2012 - 12:34pm PT
i was totally there
when i happened.

man it was disturbing.
the total story has unfeld, is unfolding,
and will continue to aspire.

stay absent.

into the absurd i was borne.
within the absurd i find thrive.
beyond the absurd i die.

nowhere is is my couch.
tragedy is my pillow.
sorrow is my savior.
hope is my surrender.
stumble is my stride.
suicide is my spirtual orgasm.
saa

climber
not much of a
Nov 28, 2012 - 01:53pm PT
Disturbing event:
A man folding his parachute and wingsuit casually says "there s a hole in the wingsuit". Squamish august 2010- Dark Wizard.
I saw him fly a few times so indeed it was nt a problem but i remember my stomach rising into my throat wHen he said that.

Disturbing event:
A woman at Tennaya Lake asks if the plastic flower was in her hair when we topped 17 pitches of free solo. Well 16 pitches really , because i insisted on roping up on a wet pitch near the top. After the ascent she insists the descent should be a straight line because its already past 3 pm and she has to be in Los Angeles for dinner. She gets lost, puts both of us at risk, gets herself almost killed, waists 2 hours as she cannot find a path. Ffinal and ultimate nonsense, she complains that i did not notice when she lost the plastic flower that was in her hair. My advice to such people is : stay in LA.
Jebus H Bomz

climber
Reno, Nuh VAAAA duh
Nov 28, 2012 - 01:57pm PT
plastic flowers for plastic people
Vitaliy M.

Mountain climber
San Francisco
Nov 28, 2012 - 02:09pm PT
It is hard to get a stare of a recently killed person out of your mind.


It was very disturbing to see a beheaded guy get wrapped up by the police/ambulance etc in the morning from a local 'bazar' (farmer's market type of thing) in Ukraine.
fear

Ice climber
hartford, ct
Nov 28, 2012 - 03:30pm PT
Saw a woman from a hiking church-type group take a 100'+ tumble down the slick rocks below the Mace in Sedona during a freak cold October rainstorm that turned most of the normal grooves down into actual waterfalls.

I scrambled down to find what I'd assume was a corpse to find her horribly mangled and broken body face-down in a fast running stream of cold water which was already stained red downstream of her. When I reached to pull her head out I'll never, ever forget her distorted and smashed face. Forehead all caved in, lip missing, teeth shattered.... etc.. Grim.

She had this rasping gasp for breath though once out of the water and I flipped her over to get her out of the cold water.. Even more disturbing since I assumed I was just with a corpse. I must admit I jumped...

Both femurs broken badly and folded back under her body. One had the jagged bone sticking out through the skin/pants with a steady gush of blood. One foot/boot was above her right shoulder.

Hung with her for a good hour and did what little I could. One other dude finally climbed down with me until the helicopter arrived and they got a litter up there.

She was actually talking a bit when not coughing up blood and goo. Kept saying her teeth hurt over and over. Her brain tried to reboot several times. She didn't seem to retain anything from one moment to the next.

I still don't know if she died once we got her on the copter.... I'd assume so.

Disturbing....
lostinshanghai

Social climber
someplace
Nov 28, 2012 - 06:52pm PT
Something you canít get out of mind that keeps with you, like dreams that soon fade away but come back to make you remember every detail.

In Ď67 a few of us were on a search and destroy mission in Nam, locals were evacuated in choppers and anyone else told to leave the area. Took a couple of days till we were given the orders to go. There was six of use including myself carrying my M-60 machine gun nicknamed the "roach".

Canít recall if it was one of those ďbring/lite them upĒ, meaning bringing and smoking cigarettes: being out for 45 days to two months was normal for us,a "Wire Rat" or resupplies every two weeks. Some missions you did not smoke since the smell of the smoke can be carried miles as well as not bathing; everything taped down with duct tape so no noise. Your senses came surreal after the first week; you could smell and your hearing was excelled 300%.

So after the second day or third we came across a black pajama party. We hit three or four and then see this last one running like hell on the trail with rich patties to his left and to his right. The shot sequence was if as looking at a watch from 16:00 hrs. [4 AM/PM] to 22:00 hrs. [10 AM/PM]. So you set up your shooting pattern and in this case aiming just a few meters ahead so he will run into it, making a direct hit wasting no ammo or using less.

Also canít recall if it was me or not but likely one of my team members with a CAR-15. Both having different hitting patterns and egress most likely the Car -15.

So he is running and at a good pace. A burst goes off in his direction and what we see when he gets hit is the top of head comes off from the neck and falls in the rice paddy to his right. What came next was a little bit strange for all of us: the body with his head gone was still running and at the same pace for a good 5 seconds till it fell in the left rice paddy.

We all laughed at the same time for a couple of seconds. The laughter wasnít about fun it was about the absurdity/craziness of war. We took body count, checked for papers, maps, any intel, took all the rice and food then spread it out and made sure it could not be used for eating; one had a watch that I took since it can be used for communication.

When I looked at his hand it was still ticking; as soon as I took it off his wrist it stopped. I tapped on it to move the hour hand as well as the second or minute; they would not move, banged it a couple of times as well trying to make it work; still nothing. Figuring it was worthless was going to throw it but packed it and sent it home a few months later with the time being set at the time of the KIA and still trying it to move to no avail.

We then went on our merry way looking for another time.

What was scary or spooky when I finally found it 44 years later going through some boxes? Stay tuned.

Jebus H Bomz

climber
Reno, Nuh VAAAA duh
Nov 28, 2012 - 07:38pm PT
Heh. Did you type this with hands over eyes, Dingus? Weird. Or 'word'?

Whatever.

I've seen some sucky stuff in the healthcare setting, but there are clearly some very deep levels of such here. What is seen can't be unseen, I agree with that, and I've been haunted by far less than what some have witnessed at close hand in these accounts. I wish you all the best and that we can all take the good and try to prevent the bad from happening.

It's the goddamn human condition, and we are bound to suffer it.
Jebus H Bomz

climber
Reno, Nuh VAAAA duh
Nov 28, 2012 - 07:50pm PT
It seemed just reply to a blind interjection? Anyway, I thought you wouldn't read it, eyes covered and all. Sorry, I have known somebody recently who answers deep hurt by saying they can't handle it. Checking out. Buh-bye, and good luck with all that. Your reply smacked me as that, as condescending as my whatever seems to you.

But whatever. We'll make mole hills between us and there's real sh#t in this thread. Whatever, then, seems appropriate. No better and no worse on my end, maybe we just didn't read things the same.
Leggs

Sport climber
A true CA girl, who landed in the desert...
Nov 28, 2012 - 08:42pm PT
This thread can be hard to read, and may be a possible trigger for some who have experienced trauma. Sharing is important... an opportunity to get things off your chest.
All those who share or respond, regardless of funny comments about Fox News, or an honest admission that the thread is simply hard to read, as it touches the heart and mind... all contributions should be respected, not judged. Honest opinions should be respected, as should the humor injected. Does the humor added to this thread also deserve a "Whatever"? I think not, in my humble opinion. It's acceptable to have an opinion, or the Taco wouldn't exist. Or Dr. F's ridiculous, never ending thread about politics.

My own personal experiences have taught me a lot about life, loss and taking advantage of each day we are given.
My contribution, besides defending a friend who has been kind enough to defend others is the following:

I watched my mother die right in front of me, at age 13. I didn't mourn her death until I was married and became a mother, in my 20's. Did that f*#k me up, of course it did. How could it not?! She was my mom, and moms are supposed to be "forever" in your life, esp at age 13. It was impossible to wrap my mind and heart around. I can now, today, as an adult who has healed, but that doesn't mean the image isn't vivid in my mind.
I cared for my grandmother and aunt while in-home hospice care was in place... watching a slow death that was impossible to ignore. Those are disturbing "events" I've witnessed. I take care of people, it's in my blood... doesn't mean it's easy. Since an "event" in late July, I've been taking care of myself and my heart like never before... I am at peace that I did the right thing.

Disturbing events I've BEEN in: Getting shot at on Speedway Blvd., at 1pm, on a Tuesday in Nov. 2011, because someone had road rage. This incident changed my life, at first, for the worst, then finally, for the better. The trial starts on Jan. 8th, and I look forward to bringing my shooter DOWN, not out of spite, but because what he did was wrong, and he could have killed me, or other individuals on the road that day.

Are my experiences the same as yours? Nope. Let us all learn from individual experiences and respect contributions, esp on THIS TOPIC. We are human. Simple as that.

~peace, Leggs
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