Remembering David Stomackin

Gomez Adams

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Still working on getting a bunch of old pictures sorted from numerous sources like old drives, CD's, you name it when I came across this one:

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That is my Vmax. The picture was taken by a guy you all know as VladimirsRevenge (his real name is John). That is me in all black right behind it. Right behind me is a guy we all used to ride with named David Stomackin.

Man, the memories just came flooding back. That picture was taken June or July of 2009. Back then all was right in the world. Things were going along just great for pretty much everybody, me included.

David was the kind of guy everybody wanted to be like. He was ex-Navy, a chief petty officer if memory serves, and was the kind of guy that was cool, calm, witty, smart as a whip, had a place for everything and everything in its place. He had his shit together. He was a pleasure to be around. I loved to pick his brain for advice on things as he was the kind of guy I really wanted to be.

Hell, everybody wanted to be like him. He was that good a guy.

Not long after that picture was taken, David lost it. The guy we all loved, admired and wanted to be like did something so unbelievable that me and several others called bullshit on the whole thing. We were livid that people would make up such a thing about David.

But it was all true.

David walked in, shot his wife and then shot himself. I still can't believe it.

Turns out there was something about David that I didn't know, that many of us didn't. John knew. He filled me in after the fact.

David's wife drank a lot. John knows about my mother, and he said David's wife would make her look like a t-totaler. She had been in rehab for weeks and things were looking up. She had finally got on the wagon, their relationship was getting better, things were looking good.

Then he came home one day to find her drunk as a skunk again and that was it.

Everything went to hell in a hatbox from there. I had my cancer bout and wound up in the hospital about a year after it happened. The group we all rode with fell apart from there. Nothing was ever really the same after that except for me and John.

I think about David every time I go riding. I miss talking to him. I guess in the end we never really and truly know anybody, we just have our idea of who somebody is.

 
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Zeedox

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I think about David every time I go riding. I miss talking to him.

That speaks volumes to your friendship, the part you should be remembering.

I guess in the end we never really and truly know anybody, we just have our idea of who somebody is.

Maybe a few if we're lucky. Most others are only who they want us to see.
 
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