I got a telephone call from
Mrs. Leveque, Guy’s mom, one sunny Saturday afternoon when I was living on the
beach in Ponte Vedre and teaching school in Jacksonville, Florida. Guy was found decapitated on some railroad
tracks in the Atlanta area. I had heard
that Guy had drug problems..and money problems.
Mrs. Leveque called because the coroner had sent Guy’s belongings to her
and she found a single peso wrapped in a piece of paper with my name and the
names of two others that she remembered Guy had been with in Puerto Rico and
the Virgin Islands. The wrapped peso was
found in Guy’s front pocket. She thought the peso might be something that
Guy would want me to have so she was going to mail it to me from her home in
Miami. I was speechless. No one close to me had ever died before and I
felt like crap for not being a better friend and doing more than just hearing
that Guy had a drug problem. I thanked
Mrs. Leveque and told her that I would drive to Miami for Guy’s service and she
could just give me the peso when I saw her.
We hung up and I decided to try to call Johnny and Doug. We hadn’t seen each other in a long time and
I wanted to tell them about Guy.
(to be continued)
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