I met this guy in Nashville in about 2003. He was originally from someplace in Colorado. He had just hopped off a train coming from Atlanta. Took him back to my squat, just a vacant room on the top story of a building with pirated electricity. He stayed with me and a girl named Blu all evening and night, constantly drinking and listening to Misery and Amebix. Instead of just sleeping in the squat, the next morning he went back to a camp near the trainyard to let his friend Al know that he was ok and was gonna sleep there. He promised to come back the next evening with Al and was really excited about the place since we had electricity and it was pretty cold outside. He never returned and we never found him. At the time he had no distinct tattoos and a ratty blonde mohawk under a random black hat. He had a leather jacket with a Doom patch on the right sleeve near the hand/cuff area. Does anybody here know anything about him, is he still alive and around?
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