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Last good song you listened to?

Archie Moses said:
What is the last good song you listened to?

I'll start.




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The last good song I listened to was “Tadow” by Masego and FKJ
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— smooth vibes and perfect for focus. I’ve been juggling a Workday Course lately and needed something mellow but not boring. This track helped me stay in the zone without getting distracted. Definitely recommend it if you’re into jazzy beats with a modern twist. Curious to hear what others are listening to while working or studying too!

JAZZ PLAYED IN THIS STOLE ------LOOTED ---RAIDED MMAHH HEAART!!
 
str8line said:
So sorry to hear that, man. What was your son like?
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That's really hard to say. He has serious mental illness, diagnosed as psychotic when he was in his mid-20s. I wish we had realized the signs earlier. By the time we did, it was way too late, he was self medicating with anything he could get in his body. He ended up with an abscess in his brachial artery from injecting drugs, which burst, probably when he was shooting up. He died alone on the streets of Seattle on 3/1/20, right before COVID closed everything down.

He was super smart - My dad, who had 2 masters degree and a doctorate, one of the smartest people in terms of sheer brain power I've ever met, went for a walk with him one day when he was a kid and said, "His brain just doesn't stop!" He was about 6'8" tall, could have played ball if he wanted (He did Jr Jazz, he was the tallest player in the 4th grade league, his team went undefeated, mostly based on his defense), but he wanted to do drugs and art instead.

I could definitely see him singing this, tho, or at least the sentiment behind it. Even tho his psychosis led him to believe some crazy things about me, and his mother, and the world in general, in his more lucid moments, I think he knew he was dragging us down when we tried to help him. That's part of why he would take off. We tried like hell to get him help, to keep him safe and stable in hopes his brain chemistry would stabilize (which is not uncommon to happen in someone's mid-late 30s) but he just kept losing it.

One night, about midnight, I got a call out of nowhere from a number in the 206 area code. I knew that was Seattle, and I have a ton of friends there, so I answered it. It was a Dr, he said, "I just wanted to let you know that the surgery went really well." Ummmmmmm... what surgery? Troy had ended up hitchhiking thru Canada to Alaska, and, on the streets of Juneau, decided that they were going to take him and do more medical experiments on him, so he took a knife and stabbed himself in the chest, slashed his own throat, and slit his wrists. They stabilized him and life-flighted him to Seattle, because he had slashed his wrist so deep he have severed the tenons to his hand. We also most him to be stable after that, but he ended up spiraling again, and died about 3 or 4 years later. I still feel horrible that we hadn't talked to him in over a year at that point - he kept throwing away his phone so he couldn't be tracked - and we never got to tell him that his grandmother, my step-mom, had died.

Ugh. SOrry for spilling all this. Here, maybe this will help.


View: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n5GX5VjeMng
 
gandalfe said:
That's really hard to say. He has serious mental illness, diagnosed as psychotic when he was in his mid-20s. I wish we had realized the signs earlier. By the time we did, it was way too late, he was self medicating with anything he could get in his body. He ended up with an abscess in his brachial artery from injecting drugs, which burst, probably when he was shooting up. He died alone on the streets of Seattle on 3/1/20, right before COVID closed everything down.

He was super smart - My dad, who had 2 masters degree and a doctorate, one of the smartest people in terms of sheer brain power I've ever met, went for a walk with him one day when he was a kid and said, "His brain just doesn't stop!" He was about 6'8" tall, could have played ball if he wanted (He did Jr Jazz, he was the tallest player in the 4th grade league, his team went undefeated, mostly based on his defense), but he wanted to do drugs and art instead.

I could definitely see him singing this, tho, or at least the sentiment behind it. Even tho his psychosis led him to believe some crazy things about me, and his mother, and the world in general, in his more lucid moments, I think he knew he was dragging us down when we tried to help him. That's part of why he would take off. We tried like hell to get him help, to keep him safe and stable in hopes his brain chemistry would stabilize (which is not uncommon to happen in someone's mid-late 30s) but he just kept losing it.

One night, about midnight, I got a call out of nowhere from a number in the 206 area code. I knew that was Seattle, and I have a ton of friends there, so I answered it. It was a Dr, he said, "I just wanted to let you know that the surgery went really well." Ummmmmmm... what surgery? Troy had ended up hitchhiking thru Canada to Alaska, and, on the streets of Juneau, decided that they were going to take him and do more medical experiments on him, so he took a knife and stabbed himself in the chest, slashed his own throat, and slit his wrists. They stabilized him and life-flighted him to Seattle, because he had slashed his wrist so deep he have severed the tenons to his hand. We also most him to be stable after that, but he ended up spiraling again, and died about 3 or 4 years later. I still feel horrible that we hadn't talked to him in over a year at that point - he kept throwing away his phone so he couldn't be tracked - and we never got to tell him that his grandmother, my step-mom, had died.

Ugh. SOrry for spilling all this. Here, maybe this will help.


View: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n5GX5VjeMng
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Oh man, so sorry to hear. Thank you for sharing, that's really tough. No one deserves that. Troy didn't and you guys didn't either. Sounds like you did what you could and I'm sure he knew you loved him.
 
gandalfe said:
That's really hard to say. He has serious mental illness, diagnosed as psychotic when he was in his mid-20s. I wish we had realized the signs earlier. By the time we did, it was way too late, he was self medicating with anything he could get in his body. He ended up with an abscess in his brachial artery from injecting drugs, which burst, probably when he was shooting up. He died alone on the streets of Seattle on 3/1/20, right before COVID closed everything down.

He was super smart - My dad, who had 2 masters degree and a doctorate, one of the smartest people in terms of sheer brain power I've ever met, went for a walk with him one day when he was a kid and said, "His brain just doesn't stop!" He was about 6'8" tall, could have played ball if he wanted (He did Jr Jazz, he was the tallest player in the 4th grade league, his team went undefeated, mostly based on his defense), but he wanted to do drugs and art instead.

I could definitely see him singing this, tho, or at least the sentiment behind it. Even tho his psychosis led him to believe some crazy things about me, and his mother, and the world in general, in his more lucid moments, I think he knew he was dragging us down when we tried to help him. That's part of why he would take off. We tried like hell to get him help, to keep him safe and stable in hopes his brain chemistry would stabilize (which is not uncommon to happen in someone's mid-late 30s) but he just kept losing it.

One night, about midnight, I got a call out of nowhere from a number in the 206 area code. I knew that was Seattle, and I have a ton of friends there, so I answered it. It was a Dr, he said, "I just wanted to let you know that the surgery went really well." Ummmmmmm... what surgery? Troy had ended up hitchhiking thru Canada to Alaska, and, on the streets of Juneau, decided that they were going to take him and do more medical experiments on him, so he took a knife and stabbed himself in the chest, slashed his own throat, and slit his wrists. They stabilized him and life-flighted him to Seattle, because he had slashed his wrist so deep he have severed the tenons to his hand. We also most him to be stable after that, but he ended up spiraling again, and died about 3 or 4 years later. I still feel horrible that we hadn't talked to him in over a year at that point - he kept throwing away his phone so he couldn't be tracked - and we never got to tell him that his grandmother, my step-mom, had died.

Ugh. SOrry for spilling all this. Here, maybe this will help.


View: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n5GX5VjeMng
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Much love brother

 
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