lisamariewillbe 1 #26 January 9, 2006 if he were alive suds would call u to mushy buttheadsSudsy Fist: i don't think i'd ever say this Sudsy Fist: but you're looking damn sudsydoable in this Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
RhondaLea 4 #27 January 9, 2006 Quoteif he were alive suds would call u to mushy buttheads Yeah, well, about him, I sure am. I love the guy to death, and if all good things don't come to him, someone's going to answer to me. I do things for people when I can, even if it means stretching myself a little, but I'd bend myself into a pretzel for him. If that sounds like hero worship, I guess it is. He's my hero. rlIf you don't know where you're going, you should know where you came from. Gullah Proverb Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Thanatos340 1 #28 January 9, 2006 I never even got meet the legendary (Atleast in his own Mind) Sudsy. But well... We had such Plans. I cant believe he has abandoned me after so much time invested in developing the curriculum for the JelloJ - SudsyFist School for wayward women. As a Team we had so much to offer these women in need. The real loss here is to women of the world. Ladies I do truly mourn for you for you have been deprived of one of Life truly great moments.. The patented "JelloJ - Sudsyfist" Over the Back High Five". I am so sorry ladies. everyone should go lather up and rub one off in his memory. Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Elisha 1 #29 January 9, 2006 Quote He's one of the smartest people I know, not to mention one of the most empathic and giving. I'm sometimes fearful that he's going to run dry or burn out because I'm not sure people realize just how much he gives. I met him IRL at Eloy and jumped with him a few times. I agree, that he is defintely talented and giving...and I appreciated being asked/allowed on the dives I went on and to dinner with the group. Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
lisamariewillbe 1 #30 January 9, 2006 Okay since you guys got mushy, and because I knew there would come a time I needed to post this... here is and will always be why I would do anything for Sudsyfist... Dec 24th I found out the news of my brother approx an hour or so after Gia and Suds had departed from our breakfest that morning... upon hearing my emotional state and of my news, he informed me that he would be there in 20 mins. Sure enough , 20 mins later I was talking him into where I was.... for the next hour or so, we laid side by side on the futon staring at the ceiling... him saying little , but when he did speak it seemed to make sense and it gave me the courage to continue on my path of grief, guilt, anger, and pain, deep seething physical pain , me rambling and crying and yes even laughing... I was in such a surreal state of mind and he was my rock... It was about the time that the laughing started that I was expressing my extreme desire to jump... I begged him to take me to the dropzone... but he would have none of that. Instead we went shopping for his family, afterall he was already missing the pre-holiday fun with them to help me through one of the hardest days of my life... the least he could do was buy them gifts...and I was looking for anything to take the pain away.... After taking pictures of where his jeep was (he got a parking ticket) we donned wool caps, and in the middle of winter in Venice beach rode with the wind in our face's... When we got to the Promanade, he took me to eat, at the place that he now dubs "where he takes the hotties" as I was the third or fourth dz.com girl he brought there and apperently he is in love with us all (okay I added that last part but this is my story not his and he loves us regardless if he knocks food out of our hand.) We talked, sometimes about my brother, sometimes about nothing...we people watched.... and when the moments came that my eyes welled up in tears he joked and he shared different aspects of his life... as he knew my goal was to just get through the day... and that was his goal as well. Towards the end of our meal, we got into a debate with the homeless guy who wanted us to give him money for food... Suds offered to order him a dish, I offered the man my almost un-touched dish and apperently he wanted fish not just pasta.... we people watched the most.... we were in tune with the same insults, jokes, and observations and I felt myself realizing that if their is a god, he had placed this man in my life to protect me from the pain of this very day, and that if a time ever comes I hope that I in turn can prove that I am worthy of his friendship... Next we went to borders book store, which is where I was informed that this is the only place we can buy gifts for his family... We were on a mission, a mission to find gifts for 15 people that I knew nothing about... I recieved lessons for each of his family members and we took it from there.... in total we were in the store at least two hours, going from level to level, Dad got a DVD series of Kristie Allys show (because he loves fat girls) and my favorite, for his nephew several rather cool books including a germ farm... in which we contemplated finding the boy a speculem so he could perform paps ... we sat and I listened as he translated spanish sex books to me... and he sat and laughed as I made up my own stories since I knew nothing of the spanish language... when I would get the blank hazed look, he seemed to know how to bring me out of it. He truely is that connected with his friends.... we laughed, and I cried... never once did he make me feel as if I was a downer as I found out I was later when I was passed off to my next babysitter ... after paying for the gifts we stopped at the counter to have them gift wrapped... me being completley unaware and not realizing that some people wont understand my personality but not truely caring, ask if they will use the hanukkah paper, here is the conversation that transpired... LM "no more christmas for me, can you use the star of David paper, Im gonna be a jew" Paper guy "ummmm okay" LM " I wonder how I become a jew" Suds "you do realize that calling someone a jew is not always a nice thing right?" LM "theres no jews in here, if there were Id ask them how I could become one" Paper guy "Im jewish" Suds laughing "see" LM "okay so theres one, but he knows Im not being mean, " Suds "this is santa monica girl, theres alot of jewish here" LM "bet theres not," speaking loud.... "any other jewish in here tonight?" random guy behind laughing "Im jewish, half this city is" LM "my bad, hey how do I become jewish, Im not gonna do the christmas thing anymore" Suds "your going to get me shot" the whole time the paper guys are just cracking up... they laughed harder when I referred to suds as my "engine" Then we went to Johnny Rockets, where I was informed that if he ever found a woman with private parts that tasted of malt, it would not matter how fat she was... she could be a size 3 and hed still be in love. We recieve a call to pick Clay up from the airport and head on our way. Back in the jeep , I continued with my on again off again tears .... and then the kicker of the day happened.... we started singing .... and I dont mean the low key sing normal, I mean the balls out loud as fuck singing to the 80s... Suds on fake mic and me well smiling... up until then I realized that I can show my emotions and my friend would not hold them against me, and I am allowed to grieve and be angry and sad and happy all at one time without scorn... When I needed to cry he let me cry, when i needed to laugh he made me laugh, when I needed to ask questions, he tried to answer them... no matter what I needed he seemed to be able to provide it.... then once he left, later that night and esp the next day I learned that I had no right to be upset apperently because well we wont get into that.... but for one moment, one short moment, I was consoled and treated as if my feelings were justified as if my reaction to the murder was normal and okay.... for one moment, I had a true friend... I have few people that I consider my friend... I will forever be grateful for Suds ... may he rest in peace... And spelling nazi's leave me alone, Im sure is you made it this far in the post you are sick of the errors, but it is hard to really care about grammar and spelling while writing this memorial for my little engine that couldSudsy Fist: i don't think i'd ever say this Sudsy Fist: but you're looking damn sudsydoable in this Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
bbarnhouse 0 #31 January 9, 2006 We all reap what we sow. Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
micro 0 #32 January 9, 2006 that story made me cry. thanks for sharing it. I miss Lee. And JP. And Chris. And... Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
lisamariewillbe 1 #33 January 9, 2006 me too you are welcomeSudsy Fist: i don't think i'd ever say this Sudsy Fist: but you're looking damn sudsydoable in this Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
micro 0 #34 January 9, 2006 Quoteme too you are welcome hey... pm... I miss Lee. And JP. And Chris. And... Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
diablopilot 2 #35 January 9, 2006 Relax, he just stepped out for a pack of smokes....---------------------------------------------- You're not as good as you think you are. Seriously. Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
wildcard451 0 #36 January 9, 2006 QuoteI never even got meet the legendary (Atleast in his own Mind) Sudsy. But well... We had such Plans. I cant believe he has abandoned me after so much time invested in developing the curriculum for the JelloJ - SudsyFist School for wayward women. As a Team we had so much to offer these women in need. The real loss here is to women of the world. Ladies I do truly mourn for you for you have been deprived of one of Life truly great moments.. The patented "JelloJ - Sudsyfist" Over the Back High Five". I am so sorry ladies. everyone should go lather up and rub one off in his memory. Just ask him about amandaintraining when you get the pleasure of talking to him again. Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Jessica 0 #37 January 9, 2006 I remember...sniff...beating him into a grease spot.Skydiving is for cool people only Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
GiaKrembs 0 #38 January 9, 2006 I can honestly say that no matter what time of day, he is there... There have been a few days when I felt like I had been gutted and stoned, yet he stopped what he was doing to be a dear friend. He was there with an open ear, a compassionate heart, and enough silliness to get me over the blues. I rarely let people in, and I trust him. I sometimes feel guilty, and hope I've been as good a friend to him as he is to me. Love ya man! g Raddest ho this side of Jersey #1 - rest in peace brother Beth lost her cherry and I missed it .... you want access to it, but you don't want to break it. Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
monkycndo 0 #39 January 9, 2006 I remember Sud's post that he was on a road trip up the coast and which DZs he was planning to stop at. He wasn't planning at stopping at Hollister, but still hitting the rest of the NorCal DZs. I decided at that point that he had poor judgment and blew him off. Well would you know it that the day he planned to be at Monterey, it was fogged in and he slummed his way over to H-town. I guess the rest of the jumpers must of recognized him because no one wanted to jump with him. I had no idea who he was. I overheard his story about his trip to date and put two and two together. I introduced myself and asked if he was the Suds. He admitted he was and we started talking. I was impressed by how much he knew without all the bravado. He liked the fact I would actually talk to him. We met up again at Eloy just before his demise. Good times. The Suds is dead. Long live the Suds.50 donations so far. Give it a try. You know you want to spank it Jump an Infinity Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
AlexCrowley 0 #40 January 9, 2006 it's so sad that so many felt they knew him yet were unaware of the real tragedy of his life. He told me that listening to all of you bitch at him, sharing all your problems caused him to kick puppies. Often he would go to animal rescue places just to get what he called an 'anger slut', which he would then - over a period of days - kick to death as a cathartic release from all the crap that was dumped on him by an uncaring and unloved, overweight world. TV's got them images, TV's got them all, nothing's shocking. Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
NWFlyer 2 #41 January 9, 2006 No, no, Alex, you must have heard him wrong. After reading posts on here he would go and kill kittens, not kick puppies. Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
lisamariewillbe 1 #42 January 9, 2006 Quoteanger slut', which he would then - over a period of days - kick to death as a cathartic release But its all okay because he would consume the puppy afterwards so it is just a form of hunting....Sudsy Fist: i don't think i'd ever say this Sudsy Fist: but you're looking damn sudsydoable in this Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Rebecca 0 #43 January 9, 2006 Sorry I'm late guys - traffic was a bitch. So, what'd I miss? What the hell happened to Sudsy? (Seriously clueless here) you've got to ask yourself one question: 'Do I feel loquacious?' -- well do you, punk? Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
AlexCrowley 0 #44 January 9, 2006 if by 'afterwards' you mean 'burying it for a few days so it will 'tenderize properly'. I guess. TV's got them images, TV's got them all, nothing's shocking. Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
lisamariewillbe 1 #45 January 9, 2006 a little lime, some paprika.... mmmmmm very filling yet low fat Sudsy Fist: i don't think i'd ever say this Sudsy Fist: but you're looking damn sudsydoable in this Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
NWFlyer 2 #46 January 9, 2006 QuoteSorry I'm late guys - traffic was a bitch. So, what'd I miss? What the hell happened to Sudsy? (Seriously clueless here) He disappeared into a tiny little speck of white foam. Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Rebecca 0 #47 January 9, 2006 QuoteQuoteSorry I'm late guys - traffic was a bitch. So, what'd I miss? What the hell happened to Sudsy? (Seriously clueless here) He disappeared into a tiny little speck of white foam. As he began, so he ends. you've got to ask yourself one question: 'Do I feel loquacious?' -- well do you, punk? Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
lisamariewillbe 1 #48 January 9, 2006 That was beautiful.........I have tears streaming down my face nowSudsy Fist: i don't think i'd ever say this Sudsy Fist: but you're looking damn sudsydoable in this Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
GiaKrembs 0 #49 January 9, 2006 QuoteNo, no, Alex, you must have heard him wrong. After reading posts on here he would go and kill kittens, not kick puppies. Steve and I had a nice discussion on this last Friday... I was in the office and had to abruptly leave to continue the conversation - of which lasted for about 45 minutes g Raddest ho this side of Jersey #1 - rest in peace brother Beth lost her cherry and I missed it .... you want access to it, but you don't want to break it. Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Rebecca 0 #50 January 9, 2006 QuoteThat was beautiful.........I have tears streaming down my face now you've got to ask yourself one question: 'Do I feel loquacious?' -- well do you, punk? Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
