Background: white male, midwest, nerver much more that said hi to anyone NOT white. Not a matter of choice, just opportunity.
In 1979, moved to big city, met woman (divorced, 12-isf boy. Daddy was african, kid didn’t know what the hell he was. I got the impression (petty street fitghts) he was loloking to be a bad-ass (insert it yourself). Mom and I did not work out.
Daddy was doing alright - buying rental property in Oakland and Berkeley CA in th e1970’s.
I occassionnaly wondered if the kid ever pulled out of the dive he was in.
SF Chronicle:
(kid’s name)'s body was found in a makeshift coffin behind a false wall. Believed to have died of drug overdose in 2004 (yes, 2004 - no typo). When police entered, (daddy’s name) shot himself to death.
Have no idea where mommy is. Last I knew, she was in Berkeley - where kid and ex died.
Jesus. I really wish I had called that one wrong…
Wow, sorry to hear that. I don’t know what a stranger on the internet can say to make you feel any better, but I’ll send some good vibes your way.