M F Bonz wrote: ↑Wed Aug 31, 2022 9:15 am
RIP J.B.
Sighs ~
The loss of my oldest friend.
His dad and my dad were best friends from elementary school and for a life time after.
So since we were babies we were always around each other growing up. We were family. In eighth grade he and his family moved in next door and lived there all though high school until all of us kids moved out and got married.
As early as I can remember we went fly fishing/fishing with our dads.
We also went fly fishing together in high school and tied fly’s together we learned from our dads. We took lots of girls up swimming in those same rivers. Smiles ~
We pulled sleds down snowy mountain roads on a rope behind his dads VW!
Almost killed his brother doing that…. He went off a cliff once but he held onto the rope/sled and popped back up onto the road before we could get the car stopped. That would’ve been hard to explain to his mom and dad.
We water skied before school in the mornings with our friend Patrick just as the sun came up. Even in the winter with wet suits. The water was like glass. Thanks Patrick.
We ran around in high school chasing girls, shooting guns, waterskiing, spear fishing with sharks, riding dirt bikes, getting in trouble street racing...
I was in the truck when he had his first car accident. …two days after he first received his first license.
Laughs
“”Parked cars you’re in my way….””
He worked at a Kawasaki motorcycle, gun, and boat shop…walking distance down the street from our houses. We had lots of laughs and played with lots of big boy toys from that shop.
We flung a lot of lead down range because of it.
Firearms …they can be fun.
We could try anything in the gun shop with an endless supply of Ammo. It was nothing for us to go out and shoot off a thousand rounds.
Smiles ~
Hey man we had keys to the place!!
As long as we paid for the parts, ammunition and the things we broke ..we were good. Only one person ever got shot and he lived.
….Or was that two people?????….
Anyway….
We took the very first Kawasaki 440 jet ski out to the lake back then. No one had ever even seen one before that. But we had one.
He would hook me up with parts and use of the motorcycle shop when I was street racing the drag bike. I ran green helicopter Aviation fuel spiked with nitro Blendzall oil we had at the shop. I also ran an alcohol vapor injection system on the bike. (Both Fuels at the same time)
No one did this stuff back then.
That’s one of the reasons the bike was such a street beast.
Thanks JB
I bought my bike from the shop and I still have the bike today.
We Ruled the streets at the time.
Street cars had no chance. They eventually stopped racing me.
He was my best man at my wedding.
I was with him the first time he met his first wife.
I was his best man at his first of four weddings. (Shakes head) he just couldn’t stop chasing women.
Well I guess he did …with the last one …he switched teams.
I just recently found that one out. Yea none of us saw that one coming.
I haven’t seen him in more than 30 years. But I had heard that he had developed a meth problem and was in and out of rehab, jail and marriages.
Girls fell all over him in high school. He was a tall Basketball star. He had the really cool custom tricked out truck. He had a great job with lots of money. Great hair. Well liked by everyone. He had everything going for him. He had small sticker on his truck that said “” I may be slow but I’m ahead of you”” and he was …he was ahead of everyone.
But when you live on that top edge for so long you can fall a very long way down to the bottom.
He just fell so far down that meth hole and couldn’t find his way out.
That sad story we all hear about way to often.
But.. He is not dead yet…
well …he might as well be. I can’t help him or even go see him. I can’t even say goodbye to him. That makes me sad.
Recently I have received some info on him.
From what I understand….after the last rehab… He had a relapse with Meth then had a stroke. With what little info I can get… he is in assisted living facility and it sounds like he’s pretty much a vegetable now…. The zombie body just doesn’t know it’s dead yet.
His spouse(husband)and son won’t let anyone see him. Not even his sister.
I feel like he is going to pass away soon. If not already. Unlikely I will hear anything about the funeral or when he does actually die.
I only found out about him now because another friend contacted his sister looking to make contact with him for a small reunion.
It was a reunion of mutual friends we had with people from high school. Some people I hadn’t seen in about 45 years.
Not many of us left. And the ones who are…. Well I guess we are all getting old.
For me… Forward is the only direction.
So I say goodbye here and now today J.B. on this thread.
We had tons fun together my friend.
It’s a wonder we didn’t die back then. Came very close a few times.
Thanks for being my best friend.
Peace be with you my friend.
Love you brother.
My losses are up to about 80 people now.
Sighs ~ who’s next?
Step up. Is it you?
Mozy Fucking Bonz ~
