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A while back I shared the horror of losing my friend Ben in his being murdered in front of me. I don't know what moved me to do it, but something did. Now
I share the loss of another friend who is on my mind today. I felt moved once again.... . .and those who have read my posts know---I just can't shut up
sometimes. I guess it is called "healing". This post, to a lost friend in Jim Bowen.
I met Jim when I was a Sales Manager at the best job I ever had. I hired him as a "gofer" of sorts in deliveries for the company I worked for. I was casually snorting coke back then. Soon, Jim was my "connect". I went to his wedding, was there with him and Kathy at the birth of their only child, Lyndsay. Jim and I were snorting coke in the hospital while Kathy was giving birth. How sick is that?! Any way, they soon moved to Hawaii, occasionally flying out here to "pick up" and he shared with me that he had to get off the $%**. He transported pounds to the island. On a another trip, while we were snortin away, he shared that he and Kathy had been main lining the stuff, hiding in a high priced hotel, in the closet, in Hawaii.. paranoid beyond belief and too scared to tend to the baby at times. As time went on, they ended up doing all the sch*dt, unable to pay Mr. Big, their marriage fell apart-and Kathy moved back here w/the child and Jim stayed over there. Trying to clean up. His last trip here, for 2 days, had me running him all over the place. Then, his last night here. Promising Kathy child support $$ in a few days. I brought him to say good bye to both, before off to LAX. Oh how Lyndsay cried saying good bye to her Daddy, as I do now as it was the last time she saw him. (pause). .. .I dropped Jim, he guaranteed me he was changing his life, and then said he envied me, being a home owner (then), a respected manager, and a good guy..and said to get off the stuff. We hugged, and off Jim flew to paradise. The last time I saw him.***** Over two weeks passed, and Kathy told me it was unlike him, no call, no nothing. she called Maui PD and filed a missing person's report. About a month later, the grim news came. And it made the front page of the local paper back there. After some guy was arrested, he told Maui PD of a grave in a backyard of a home w/a man's remains. The remains were partial remains of Jim. His head, arms, legs, no torso. Soon after, Homicide Investigators from Maui flew out to L.A. where Kathy and I were summonded to a hotel for a long interview. As we sat in the room and heard what little there was being shared, I saw a huge book that they had, like a yellow page phonebook for a major city. So I asked what it was about. One investigator said it was all on Jim, and i would not like to look in it. They shared little, but said he had been attending meetings, but still used little bit. He had gotten a job in a small resturant,yet still camped out on the beach at night. but he was making strides. He met a very evil guy one night, and this guy wanted to know where Jim got his stuff. Jim refused, and with only a dull steak knife, the man dismembered Jim cause he wouldn't "fess up". they thought they knew who the guy ws, and he was out here in LA Co Jail, finishing up a small down time, and they planned on arresting him when they had enough on him. They kept what remains they had of Jim on ice for almost a a year, then Kathy had to borrow $$ to have them sent back, and a small private service was held and he is in a little box, not even a coffin, is in a grave in Cypress with a maker that says, "Daddy, I love you Bigger than the Sky"! (Pause)
This horrible event happened before Ben's murder. So we know I had many a signs.....the loss of two good friends...and yet I continued to test the posions...not heed Jim's last words to me..the guy he thought so highly of. But Jim was the one worthy of such, as he battled to get back on his feet, was becoming a man of his word, and did not "fess up" nuttin which can be taken two ways...I choose to believe he was either just done with it all, or also refused to be the connection for this guy for the guys own good. And he took Jim's life for it. What horror, I've seen be-headings on line, and wish I never did. I really scares the soul! My poor friend, went out in such grave horror. And the scary thing....I kept on....then watched Ben die.......and I hurt like Hell, yet the insanity of drug abuse continued. At least I did wake up, and no credit to me...but of Him. Cause I just screw up. Jim was so good at that Elvis Presley dance, where the one knee gets going....and Jim, hamming it up, would act like he had a microphone in his hand while singing "Ba-Ba-Bad to the Bone, Jim Bowen". I miss seeing him do that, miss his crazy way of self promoting in good humor. . . and wish he never complimented me, as I failed him and me. President Reagan use to say...."say one for the Gipper!" Tonight, say one for my friend, "Ba-Ba-Bad to the Bone Jim Bowen" tonight. Thks. (pause)
I met Jim when I was a Sales Manager at the best job I ever had. I hired him as a "gofer" of sorts in deliveries for the company I worked for. I was casually snorting coke back then. Soon, Jim was my "connect". I went to his wedding, was there with him and Kathy at the birth of their only child, Lyndsay. Jim and I were snorting coke in the hospital while Kathy was giving birth. How sick is that?! Any way, they soon moved to Hawaii, occasionally flying out here to "pick up" and he shared with me that he had to get off the $%**. He transported pounds to the island. On a another trip, while we were snortin away, he shared that he and Kathy had been main lining the stuff, hiding in a high priced hotel, in the closet, in Hawaii.. paranoid beyond belief and too scared to tend to the baby at times. As time went on, they ended up doing all the sch*dt, unable to pay Mr. Big, their marriage fell apart-and Kathy moved back here w/the child and Jim stayed over there. Trying to clean up. His last trip here, for 2 days, had me running him all over the place. Then, his last night here. Promising Kathy child support $$ in a few days. I brought him to say good bye to both, before off to LAX. Oh how Lyndsay cried saying good bye to her Daddy, as I do now as it was the last time she saw him. (pause). .. .I dropped Jim, he guaranteed me he was changing his life, and then said he envied me, being a home owner (then), a respected manager, and a good guy..and said to get off the stuff. We hugged, and off Jim flew to paradise. The last time I saw him.***** Over two weeks passed, and Kathy told me it was unlike him, no call, no nothing. she called Maui PD and filed a missing person's report. About a month later, the grim news came. And it made the front page of the local paper back there. After some guy was arrested, he told Maui PD of a grave in a backyard of a home w/a man's remains. The remains were partial remains of Jim. His head, arms, legs, no torso. Soon after, Homicide Investigators from Maui flew out to L.A. where Kathy and I were summonded to a hotel for a long interview. As we sat in the room and heard what little there was being shared, I saw a huge book that they had, like a yellow page phonebook for a major city. So I asked what it was about. One investigator said it was all on Jim, and i would not like to look in it. They shared little, but said he had been attending meetings, but still used little bit. He had gotten a job in a small resturant,yet still camped out on the beach at night. but he was making strides. He met a very evil guy one night, and this guy wanted to know where Jim got his stuff. Jim refused, and with only a dull steak knife, the man dismembered Jim cause he wouldn't "fess up". they thought they knew who the guy ws, and he was out here in LA Co Jail, finishing up a small down time, and they planned on arresting him when they had enough on him. They kept what remains they had of Jim on ice for almost a a year, then Kathy had to borrow $$ to have them sent back, and a small private service was held and he is in a little box, not even a coffin, is in a grave in Cypress with a maker that says, "Daddy, I love you Bigger than the Sky"! (Pause)
This horrible event happened before Ben's murder. So we know I had many a signs.....the loss of two good friends...and yet I continued to test the posions...not heed Jim's last words to me..the guy he thought so highly of. But Jim was the one worthy of such, as he battled to get back on his feet, was becoming a man of his word, and did not "fess up" nuttin which can be taken two ways...I choose to believe he was either just done with it all, or also refused to be the connection for this guy for the guys own good. And he took Jim's life for it. What horror, I've seen be-headings on line, and wish I never did. I really scares the soul! My poor friend, went out in such grave horror. And the scary thing....I kept on....then watched Ben die.......and I hurt like Hell, yet the insanity of drug abuse continued. At least I did wake up, and no credit to me...but of Him. Cause I just screw up. Jim was so good at that Elvis Presley dance, where the one knee gets going....and Jim, hamming it up, would act like he had a microphone in his hand while singing "Ba-Ba-Bad to the Bone, Jim Bowen". I miss seeing him do that, miss his crazy way of self promoting in good humor. . . and wish he never complimented me, as I failed him and me. President Reagan use to say...."say one for the Gipper!" Tonight, say one for my friend, "Ba-Ba-Bad to the Bone Jim Bowen" tonight. Thks. (pause)
