Brendan Stryker: The Memorial Service — Page 2

Only two pall bearers. He never liked to burden people.

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He's not dead. "He" has been logging on, whoever he is. Based on the info anyone had here, "Brendan Stryker" never existed.
Now, I baked a caserole, where should I put it? I am southern, we do that.

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Ok, good. I was about to kill myself for laughing at this.

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Rumor has it that while driving home from Namo's New Year's Eve party, the truck that Brendan was driving got a flat tire. He was pumping up the flat out on a back road when the tire blew up. The bead was damaged somehow and the force of the explosion slammed the rim into his face, broke his nose and jaw and knocked him unconscious on his back. By the time someone came along he had drowned in his own blood.

That’s the story I heard, anyway.

What a truly tragic end for such a beloved poster.

May he rest in peace.

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Updated On: 1/14/06 at 04:30 PM

i met brendan back in ’83 when he was working both sides against the middle down south of the border in gritty little towns nobody wants to talk about any more. he was going by the name max power then and had a scary rep among the shadow folk who don’t exist but somehow manage to always be where the blood is flowing.

seems max, wow it’s so hard to get used to calling him brendan, had deals going with just about everyone just about everywhere. if you wanted guns, he was your guy. marching powder to get the troops through a long night’s slaughter? no problemo. the whereabouts of anyone from the head of the latest junta to the president’s daughter? just ask max, uh, brendan.

he was the most popular and at the same time hated man i ever knew. he could arrange a deal for three dozen stingers for fmln, pocket their money and take a finder’s fee for turning them in to duarte’s men, turn around and swell the same stingers to the sandanistas. he had no principles then save for the pursuit of cash. i was sure he’d never make it out of there alive with the callous way he toyed with the lives of others.

i lost touch with him after ’85 but heard scattered reports that he was in afghanistan working his tightrope game between the sovs, the mujahadeen and the cia. figures. he was never one for the coca, but had a mean thirst for the dragon.

a friend caught up with him in thailand in ’98. evidently he’d retired there. but the friend didn’t think that our brendan was the retiring type. he was sure he’d gotten into running some back room mauy thai or maybe he was still using his mountain folk for a pipeline to run junk. didn’t matter. he said he looked tired then.

i was shocked to bump into him in ’03 at the opening night party for taboo. he recognized me and was quick about making small talk before disappearing into the vip room with riedel. so much for george’s sobriety.

when he surfaced on bww sporting a new face, it was no big surprise. i can still remember him hanging half out the backdoor of a chinook wailing his way through the entire score of follies as we were headed into el mozote.

to hear he’s gone is no surprise either. fly on, brendan, or max, or whoever the hell you were or are. there’s whiskey in the jar.

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If he's still logging on, he'll end up posting. He's too narcissistic to resist.

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Edited because I didn't know we couldn't post lyrics.

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Updated On: 1/14/06 at 06:28 PM

he had such a negative streak in him, that I think it all got to him. I think he just got so negative, that he fought and argued with himself, and eventually murdered himself. Sad....so sad.

I would, however like to be on a desert island with whoever those pictures REALLY belonged to....

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even Dear Dolly, if they were of you! ;oP

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Now, back to the service:

Shhhh...

Yenta is up there singing a lovely Israeli Folk Song. Plum is the only one who understnad it. She tells us it has something to do with thrashing wheat. Many of us wonder if it's appropriate....

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It is a beautiful song in Hebrew that I wrote in memory of Brendan during the summer he worke on BWW Kibbutz in Isreael. He thrashed wheat shirtless in the blazing Israeli sun. It just brings tears to my eyes.

(BWW has a kibbutz in Israel?)

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The Israeli government built it just so Brendon could thresh wheat shirtless as the strong Israeli sun beat down upon his tanned rippling muscles. My, it is getting hot in here!