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Chapter Twenty-Two

the time. Obviously, they were in cahoots on some nefarious
drugged-out level. But no charges were ever pressed. Mary
knew it wasn’t anyone’s fault. We all knew it was Jimmy’s choice,
period. I very much doubt he intended this to be a lethal dose.
Coming from Thailand, the cocaine was presumably purer than
anything Jimmy had ever tried. How could he have known this
would be his last high? The true “killer” high.
Now Mary has a 5-year-old boy to raise alone, along with a
6-month-old baby girl they have just adopted. How absolutely
despairing.
Jimmy.
The wild child. Black sheep, actor, award-winning
speechmaker. Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde. The radio personality
morning man, making you laugh on your drive to work. The
ultimate escape artist, searching for other spiritual planes to
which he could transport himself. Hypnosis and out of body
experiences. The marijuana, hash, cocaine, hallucinogens and
who knows what else. The sexual Satanic rituals and perversions,
séances and orgies. My brother was always desperate to find a
way to escape.
In hindsight, I guess I too found ways of escaping, maybe
without even knowing it. Perhaps God protected me from
my own memories. But with Jimmy’s passing, certain vague
dreams which had long plagued me, turned into tangible
visions. Suddenly all my senses were awakened and my blurry
remembrances of Jimmy and me went from black and white
to living colour. I could actually feel the scratch of the poplar
leaves on my skin. And I could now understand my disdain for
their sweet scent.
The truth is, Jimmy sexually molested me several times
before I was even in school. There was never any penetration,
for which I am thankful. He was nearly six feet tall and very

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