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Messages - Relatively Quiet
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« on: July 31, 2017, 01:06:21 AM »
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« on: July 31, 2017, 01:05:26 AM »
Isn't this Sandtrap's irl friend?
Yeah.
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« on: July 31, 2017, 01:04:36 AM »
In all honesty, why are you relatively quiet when it comes to this site?
I really don't have much to say tbh. I think most of my thoughts are just echoed by the sentiments of other users here.
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« on: July 31, 2017, 01:02:18 AM »
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« on: July 19, 2017, 05:36:33 PM »
but that's two weeks
This is the first day off I've had in over a month. When I get off you won't see me again for a while likely. That's not a question either.
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« on: July 19, 2017, 05:35:00 PM »
wtf r u
Shared this account with my SO who originally made it but I don't get on very much. Part time lurker.
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« on: July 19, 2017, 05:31:41 PM »
Let's shoot the shit my good dudes
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« on: July 19, 2017, 05:26:04 PM »
First day off in weeks and I don't know what to do with myself. I've literally wasted my whole day sitting on my porch and knocking a few back.
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« on: May 30, 2017, 02:41:10 AM »
Quin's list still has quite a few names on it that I haven't checked off. My job picks up the pace during summer so I can't give any reasonable estimate on when I'll be able to check in again.
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« on: May 26, 2017, 01:12:50 AM »
Didn't make the cut, sheeeeeeit.
Yeah you did dude. I should clarify that the list of names in the folder I found is extensive. I haven't had the time to write all of them down. I'm usually very busy. I'm sorry however. Your folder's marked but it had nothing inside it. If it's any consolation, he was at least thinking of you.
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« on: May 26, 2017, 01:10:35 AM »
Hey Sandtrap how you been fuckface, where's my message at bitch?
If you went by any other names it'd be good if you can let me know. I didn't find anything chinese related in his list.
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« on: May 17, 2017, 01:44:29 PM »
I don't have a lot of time on my hands and I realize that this will take me forever if I try to find users one by one. I was cleaning out the last of Quin's files on his computer and I found a folder marked as "Unfinished." Inside there are documents marked with names. I recognized some of them but there's others I don't recognize and I think it's a fair shot that Quin had you guys specifically in mind. I'll leave the names below and if yours comes up leave a comment here if you want me to pass along what he wrote. I'll do my best to get it to you when I have the time. Spoiler -Chally
-Sol
-Casp
-Gaara
-Boss
-Charlie
-Class
-Chronic
-Icy
-Meta
-Deci
-Turkey
-Prehistoric
-Tblocks
-CMD
-Napalm
-Ushan
-Das
-CIS
-Blankina
-Cheat
-Oss
-Tru
-Fedora
-Irish
-Zonda
-Luci
-Jono
-Assassin
-Flee
-Ember
-Ryle
-PSU
-Midget
-Batch
-Lemon
-Desty
-Nick
-Jive
-Jester
-Jim
-Torso
-Dietrich
Ruler
Nexus
Mordo
Who
Potato
I'll update the list later when I can as that's not all of it. For clarification, I checked the dates on the files. Some of them were last opened as little as two or three days before Quin passed away, so I think it's a safe bet that these are for you guys. Disclaimer: Being marked unfinished, there's a risk that your file will actually be unfinished.There's a lot of names in the folder and I don't have much free time to spend writing them all down. Leave your name here or drop me a personal message and I'll see if I can find anything.
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« on: April 24, 2017, 01:47:29 AM »
I've been meaning to update and add more of what I heard and stuff. But I'm just really exhausted I guess. I told Quin that I'd take up contacting people for him and I've managed to find most of them. I usually end up talking to some of them and it's just... taxing.
He's gone and it's just not fair. The more I hear about him and all the stuff he did for people, and it's just like, why the fuck did it have to be him? You guys are kind of lucky that you didn't know him in your personal life. There's just this hole where he used to be. I miss him. I promise that I'll update things. I'm just not feeling it right now.
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« on: April 20, 2017, 07:50:24 AM »
Update. Quin did a lot of things despite how short of a time he lived. I'm happy to have heard all the things I did about him. That service was hard to go through.
I'll add more later.
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« on: April 17, 2017, 02:13:35 AM »
This is going to be long. I kept track of especially notable moments or speeches. I didn't feel comfortable with taking pictures. I managed one. I'll upload it later. I learned some things about Quin I never knew before. First off I want to say how different this service was. It wasn't like other funerals I've been to. His family made it clear that this gathering was about appreciating the moments Quin made for people, or moments in his own life, and gave the mic out to anybody who wanted to say something. To start, Quin was thanked by two separate town fire departments for having his name on the roster for being a reserve volunteer firefighter, and awarded posthumously by both for his services when called on. The mayor of a small town personally thanked Quin for his efforts in helping the town and its people, for helping to keep its local library open by coming to visit in meetings, signing petitions, baking for special town events, and yet again, coming to aid in firefighting despite the considerable distance he lived away from the town. Another town's skating club arrived to personally thank him, not only for putting so much effort into helping his little niece join the group, but for taking an active role in fundraising events for the club itself, helping beyond just taking care of his niece. Many local farmers took time to thank him for his work provided during harvest seasons. Most of them stated that he worked incredibly hard and that he notably went beyond what they expected of him. I jotted down some speeches of note given by people who wanted to thank him. First for now is Quin's brother in law with something I never knew that Quin ever did. I'm skeptical when it comes to praise and overblown proportions but to be honest, for a man like Quin, I believe without question that this is something he would do. Quin's Brother-in-Law: Spoiler "I've been around for a while. When I was young, I did a lot of questionable things with my time and my life and I ended up in a lot of situations that still make me ask how I got this far alive, and healthy, and with the opportunity to have the family that I do today.
I got to know Quin over many years since marrying his sister. Let me say that out of all the people I ever worked with, Quin was the best in my life. His head was always on the job and he was always thinking ahead but you never had to fight with him to lead. He was always just there to help, never to fight.
Of all the people in my life, Quin was probably one of the most honest, trustworthy, and caring persons you could meet. I think all of the time I ever got to share with him was special, but there's one moment I always remember him for.
Quin and I were doing paintjobs and working out on the marinas in BC over the summer. We decided to go downtown for something quick and went with some fast food place. We were halfway through eating when this guy comes in, goes up to the counter, pulls a gun, and starts yelling for the manager.
Everybody starts panicking, the guy with the gun is screaming, whole place just goes upside down. Quin did not hesitate. He was the first one to move and put himself closest to the guy at the counter. He stops, and starts walking calmly, and I'll remember what he said for the rest of my life. Really soft, no anger, but serious.
"What the fuck are you doing here dude? Give me the gun, the cops are gonna be here and they'll shoot your fucking ass if you still have it. Give it to me and get the fuck out of here."
I could not believe it, but it worked. The guy handed the gun over. He got into a fight with the manager after that and subdued, and not even five minutes later, SWAT vans pull up. Quin was leaving the building as they pulled up and he tossed the gun down.
Ten, maybe twenty guys all pointing their guns at him screaming at him and he keeps his hands above his head. I thought they were going to shoot him. The manager or somebody opens up the door and starts yelling that it's not him and everybody finally cools down.
This kid was one of the gutsiest guys I ever met. I was in Quebec for the separation riots and in with the wrong crowds when I was young. I've been all over the states and canada. I saw shit you wouldn't believe. I have never, in my life met anybody else like Quin.
Empathetic like you wouldn't believe and almost totally selfless. He could be a hard guy sometimes too. We always didn't see eye to eye on things but he never let that get in the way of things.
I don't know how he managed so long with the disease and the chances they gave him. I couldn't do it. He did his best. He always did. He never let me down once. It was a privilege for me to know this man as the best friend I've ever had and as a family member.
I'll update more later.
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« on: April 11, 2017, 04:35:44 PM »
To be honest though, I feel like I do owe him something. I'm having a tough time coming up with anything that remotely parallels the things he did for me. The only thing I can think of is to try and keep him in my thoughts and try to emulate his kindness when possible.
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« on: April 11, 2017, 04:27:24 PM »
I don't think it's a bad idea at all but before any of you guys donate anything, you should know that myself and others brought up the possibility of crowd funding to Quin while he was in the hospital. He was adamantly stubborn about "not taking advantage of other people" and he donated from his own savings accounts to a canadian organisation for cancer research. It's your decision of course, but knowing Quin personally, he would have shied away from this.
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« on: April 09, 2017, 05:47:20 PM »
I got a letter in the mail from Quin. And some news from his family. He's been cremated. There's going to be a service held for him in the area where he lived in the next two weeks. I'll be going. He also left you guys something. He asked me to withhold it for a bit. Here you go. Spoiler So, it's been some time since I passed away. A little bit, I hope. I wrote this with the intent of having it passed along after some time. I know I had a habit of writing slogs of words and walls to go through. Honest to god, I tried curbing that wandering head of mine.
This is the last one, I promise.
I used to do be a dead man walking, now I'm a dead man talking. There's things left unspoken by me, Sep7agon. I could write books on it. There's just no easy way to talk about this shit in text without it piling up. And it sucks because suddenly after all this time I have shit to talk about. But here goes.
First, to all the people I got to know, thank you. And to all the people who I didn't, I'm sorry. I would have loved to know you better than I did. Time's got a way of both piling up and running out. I'm not the inexhaustible machine I tried to be. I'd like to think I did a good try, at least.
On to the point. I know my passing is going to be hitting some of you upside the head like a brick. And, to be honest, I'm sorry about that. I feel like an ass for doing it. When I got the confirmation that I was fucked with no way out, I tried to put my remaining time to good use by talking to you guys.
Not just small talk and fun stuff, but help. Everybody alive has got some kind of problem. Some of you showed it on that wee old lifeboat we call Sep7agon. If I was awake and strong enough to do it, I listened and talked to you because I knew that at some point, I wasn't going to be there.
And I knew damn well what it would do to some of you. You're probably feeling shitty about the fact that I tried to help you when I didn't have to, and now you can't repay it. Listen. Don't worry about it. I tried and did what I did for you because I wanted to. I accepted everything else that either came with that or didn't. Right here, right now, I free you from that guilt.
You folks helped me simply by being there to talk to. Sitting in isolation with a throat scarred from coughing up crap didn't give me a lot of options. That's why I came back to you guys. You were the only place I could come back to, for good reasons.
It's odd to realize for myself, that I won't be here anymore. I won't be able to just jump on and piss away time. I won't be around if you need me. And that worries me. Always has. What if one of you gets down and out or you decide to pull the plug on yourself? Not saying that I could stop it. But I would try to help.
The best I can do is hope that none of you ever come that far. The best I can hope for is that you've got the strength to fight through your problems, and to fix them. And the one thing I can really hope for, is that you learn the importance of acceptance.
There are things in life we can change. There are some things we can't. If you stop, and really look at it, there's no point in getting wrapped up around what we can't change. I want you to picture a full grown adult breaking down in the middle of the food isle and crying because they were too tall in their own eyes.
Seems kind of silly, no? I know it's not that simple. Some of the things we can't change suck. Like it or no, they're still there. You can choose to carry onwards, or stay there and torment yourself for your own reasons.
I know that some of you on sep7agon doubted me. You doubted my stories, doubted my claims. And you know what? That is completely fair. For one thing, there's a track record of scummy people capitalizing on people believing in them.
For another, there was only one instance where I provided tangible proof. And hell, a truly skeptical person might say that it was shopped even though I can tell you I have no skills in the art department whatsoever.
The truth is that I really fucking hate pictures of myself, and that was only magnified as I watched myself fall apart. I wasn't about to go out of my way to prove to you folks the validity of my experiences because to me, it wasn't that big of a deal to fuss over.
Exactly the same as if I listened to you. I never asked you for proof because I judged for myself. I trusted you enough to believe what you were saying. And I'd like to think you never short-changed me on that when I spent time on you.
Believe me when I say that you didn't want to see me on the end of my ride. I looked bad enough that my family couldn't stomach it. And that might make you feel guilty. I posted what I did and I accepted the consequences that came with. I abolish you of that guilt.
This is tricky though. There's so many things I'd like to talk to you about. All of you, separately, one by one. No written words could do it justice. The words I'm writing to you now fall painfully short of what I want to say, why I want to say it, and how much time I have to say it.
All of you individual personalities, you separate people with your separate lives on separate parts of the planet, whether you called me a friend, whether you and I had issues and disagreements on things, no matter whom you are or what your interaction was with me, know that it meant a lot to me.
Maybe you never saw it because I never showed it. Your stories, your experiences, my interactions with you, helped me grow as a person and apply things to my own life. In the short years I got to know you, so much of the growth I did in my life, so much of the fight I gave it, was because of my time spent with you guys.
You left your mark on me in your own ways and I'm sorry that I won't be around to repay that. I don't know where I'm headed now. Maybe I'm headed nowhere at all. Frankly, I wasn't ready to give everything up. But we all go sometime.
If there's a bus stop at the end of life, I'll be there waiting. In the meantime, go live your life for me. We'll catch up on stories later. It's not fair.
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« on: April 05, 2017, 08:51:38 AM »
I think the really painful thing about this is how he died so alone and unhappy. If he at least had a supportive family around him, or some friends. But it's as if all his kindness was never reciprocated in his entire life.
And now here we all are, with something to say. Where were we when he was rotting in a bed? Too lazy to read his overly long posts. We didn't want to get bummed out by his shit. What a joke. What a fucking joke life is.
I guess it doesn't really matter now since he's gone. I don't want to sully his name or make him out like he was crazy. I think he was far from it.I just think you should know that Quin's family, what little they number, always had his back. Quin had issues. I'm wrong when I say that I didn't know him well. I did know him but he just never shared the good stuff. He came to my house before taking a bus out of town one morning a day after he was carjacked and he was massively fucked up. He told me what happened and I asked him why the fuck he didn't call us to come pick him up and we ended up talking some real shit. Unless he had to, he never asked for help. That's just the way he was. Even if it was people he trusted, he never asked. I know for a fact that he hated what he considered complaining. What he was worried about, what was stressing him out, that was complaining to him. That was what counted as asking for help. If you ever gave him a compliment, he clammed right up and just shut down. He understood that his family, myself, and my buddy cared about him. But he never let it in. I saw him do it once. And it really fucked him up. Realizing that people cared about him fucked him up worse than anything else. He told me himself personally. He gave things out to people but he never, ever expected anything back but the worst as a precaution. I talked to him, and I heard stories. Quin saw and went through a lot of really rough shit for his age. And I know that there were things he never told me. Stuff he never told anybody, not even psychologists. Just let me say that nobody could go through what Quin did and come out without problems. It's the honest truth when I say that you shouldn't beat yourself up over this, dude. Quin knew that you cared in the capacity that you could. And if you missed out with him, know that he was never angry or upset about it. For a dude that didn't trust anybody, he was genuinely forgiving. It's not fair that he didn't make it. But he can rest now.
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« on: April 05, 2017, 03:53:01 AM »
I really don't know where to start with this. Quin originally gave me a list of names of people to contact and some details about them several weeks ago and I feel like I should clarify some things. I also want to shed light on who this guy was because I knew him in person.
So for starters, I got the call yesterday from his mother. He passed away in his sleep on April 2nd. His liver began showing signs of failure several weeks prior and it only became noticeable when his skin showed signs of jaundice. His liver shut down completely long before he passed away and it was the toxin buildup that got him. I'm grateful that at the very least, he passed during his sleep.
I'm waiting on further information from his family about what happens next. Quin was never big on funerals but I wouldn't write off some kind of memorial service for him. If it happens, I'm going to go. If its at all possible, I'll see if I can get something for you guys.
And I guess that just leaves who Quin was. I didn't know him as well as my buddy whom I shared this account with, but he was a seriously good dude. The first time I met him, he helped my buddy move into my place. He drove all the way out to Saskatoon from where he lived, packed everything into his truck, and helped unload all of it at my house.
He spent most of the day travelling back and forth, never complained once, and never asked for so much as a dime or even a glass of water for all the work he did. Like, no joke, you could stake your life on this guy. Anytime my buddy called him he was just right there.
I got to know him a little better when he was originally dealing his chemo treatment for the tumor in his head. I'm ashamed to say that over the past year I didn't visit him or call as often as I should have, and the few times that I did, they really hit me.
The first thing he did when he went into hospitalized care was start getting to know everybody in the cancer ward. Early on he told me he was bored and irritated being stuck there but he started passing the time by writing stories for some of the kids there. Even when they moved him to isolation he was still trying to write for them.
The second time I came to visit really hit me. This was a big dude. He was like six foot something and strong like you wouldn't believe. He'd lost so much weight that he looked almost anorexic. He could barely speak, he could barely stand, and the first thing he did was force himself up out of a wheelchair just to give me a hug.
I really, really thought he was going to make it. My friend told me stories about Quin and I saw him in person enough to know that this guy never quit. The doctors gave him until June last year to live and he fought it every single day. When his liver shut down he told me the doctors didn't give him until the end of the march and even then he still beat them. April 2nd. The dude was laughing after waking up from surgery to remove part of his arm.
My friend died late last year and as soon as he heard about it he called me. He called me every day for something like three weeks just to make sure I was okay. I legit don't have any words to describe how fucking selfless and unbelievably strong this guy was and I'm ashamed that I didn't get to know him better. I owe him. If I get any news from his family I'll post it.
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« on: February 02, 2015, 03:11:11 PM »
Wow. We're off to a bad start for the year aren't we?
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« on: February 02, 2015, 03:08:36 PM »
In light of a friend not being here to be witty, I'll do it for him. Too good to pass up! You gun get raped.
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« on: February 02, 2015, 10:52:28 AM »
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« on: February 02, 2015, 10:51:03 AM »
 Please tell me that some of you watched this as kids.
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« on: December 20, 2014, 09:43:55 AM »
Dicks are nice.
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« on: December 20, 2014, 09:24:47 AM »
Woah. This stuff wasn't here last time I stopped by. I'll check it out later.
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« on: December 20, 2014, 09:18:09 AM »
Post nudez
This forum needs a selfie button.
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« on: December 20, 2014, 09:15:51 AM »
Use a gimmick.
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« on: December 20, 2014, 09:15:05 AM »
Good morning man. Glad to see you're doing okay.
And just potatoes? Go get some eggs and steak with that
Chemo! Can't do that. I'd puke it up! But. I want potatoes. Ha. Words words words. I'm not doing okay. But I do feel fine! Eggs might be nice though.
Oh right :/
Is orange juice a no go with chemo? Or are most liquids fine?
All juices are a no go! Just water. But that doesn't matter. Everything's damn fine today.
That's good at least
Ha. I don't think you know how good it is. The fact that I can walk about today makes me happy. I can feel my toes on cold ground and weakness in my legs and that's a good thing. But. I've got business with the doc at the moment. I shall see you later in the day. Tootles!
Good luck
Okay then. I feel like I should provide a bit of clarification here. Trappy just woke me up for the day because I drove a 6 hour drive to come and see him yesterday. He's in the hospital but not for Chemo because he gets his shots on Monday's and Thursdays. Trappy checked himself into the hopsital on Thursday night and he's been here since. Right now when you people are talking to him you're not really talking to him while he's at full capacity because he's disoriented and has some mild damage done to his head. Thank you for talking with him though, even though he's being ridiculous and should be damn sleeping.
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« on: December 08, 2014, 10:04:00 AM »
I never gave this place enough credit. It is really pretty to look at. You can take off your sunglasses now. No semen mr clean sparkly white pages here!
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