bubbly and lovely: i'm too poor for therapy.
been there and back again. too many thoughts and opinions and hormones get me in trouble.
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9.24.2002
holy shit!
the last night i was in new zealand, in auckland, i was working out in the hotel gym. i was tired and wanted to go home and the impending taekwondo nationals motivated me to work out. halfway through my workout, this large man came in and started working out too and then started talking to me. we chitchatted about the news that was on the tv and after some time, he invited me out to dinner. his motive was ambiguous but we went out for a nice meal.
he was an interesting guy. he had played basketball in europe and told me of a friend he made in italy when his car broke down. he told me of his travels and of his work as a contract computer programmer in san francisco. he told me how much he liked to fly and sometimes flew with his brother.
he also told me why he was in auckland. his brother, an ex-nba player who had played with michael jordan and had won a championship with him, bought a boat and was sailing it around the world and they were currently in auckland. they were at the hotel to watch a motorcycle race which they couldn't get from their boat, them being big fans of motocycle racing and all. in a few days, they were going to set sail for tahiti and hawaii and all sorts of other exotic locations and they had hired a crew to sail the boat.
it really was a nice night of conversation. we parted ways and he wished me luck on my competition and i wished him the best of travels. i never did figure out who his brother was since i'm not really a basketball fan.
today, i was reading my time magazine while i was waiting in line at the post office. the table of contents mentioned an article about "a former nba center mysteriously disappears", which then made me think of my aquaintance, whose name was miles. i get to the article and halfway through the first paragraph i realize that this is the guy!
bison dele was the name of the nba player. he and his girlfriend serena karlan and a professional yacht captain, bertrand saldo, were sailing from auckland and miles dabord invited himself along, time reports. they disappeared in papeete, tahiti, and investigators found blood and gunpowder residue on the boat, the hakuna matata, which had its name removed. an fbi manhunt located miles in a san diego hospital in a drug-induced coma. he had actually been found on the streets of tijuana, mexico, a few days earlier.
at the end of the times magazine article, bison's agent speculates that miles did it out of jealousy, even though bison provided a lot for him.
i know i only knew him for a few hours, but i did not get this impression in even the remotest way. miles to me seemed like a really nice, gentle guy. he told me about all the cool things that he did with bison. and, well, i would never have pegged him for a murderer, much less for one who did it for money. this is all very sad and my thoughts are with him and his family.
(you can find a link to another story on this here.
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