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1980 HEIST 2005 rest in peace!!!

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Re: 1980 HEIST 2005 rest in peace!!!

 

new years over toms place

 

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Awesome to see photos of Tom & his friends...tight bond...he cherished that! Las

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Re: 1980 HEIST 2005 rest in peace!!!

 

Missed you scribble brothr...

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I have to say that if you never heard that hiest had passed, for any writer who didnt know him and watches frieghts you would never realise that he was gone.

 

I live outside of toronto canada but man that guy destryoyed shit...i still see his frieghts roll through my town. He no doubt had one of the freshest styles out there. My condolences go out to any one who knew him...

 

May he roll on forever

 

R.I.P.

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Re: 1980 HEIST 2005 rest in peace!!!

 

heister.jpg

i caught this a while ago

 

did he do this, or is this a tribute?

either way, he was a great loss.

R.I.P. Heist.

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Re: 1980 HEIST 2005 rest in peace!!!

 

I wrote this yesterday for my blog, but wanted to share it with our friends....

 

 

 

 

 

One year ago

You spoke on the phone. You ate, you walked, you watched tv, you laughed, you cried, you drew, and you breathed.

Not to me, but I am certain my face ran through your mind.

Maybe some stupid joke, or a memory of me passed by.

You could have called me you know. But I'm not mad. You knew that if you would have told me your plans, I would have talked some sense into you... or at least delayed you for some time... maybe even a moment. But it would have been one more moment that you could be here.

 

One year ago

I still held some anger.

But looking through all of that, we were friends again.

Not as close as once before, but able to share a laugh, or grab a bite to eat. Or call each other on the phone to shoot the shit for a minute. Close enough to start calling each other names again - in that one way. Where it was funny each time... long after it should have gotten old. "Dickhead", "Slappy", "Goofy Bastard", "Mook Bastard"... just another way of saying... hey man, I'm glad to be your friend. It's funny how calling my friends names has brought a new meaning. It's something I took from our friendship. And so did others.

 

One year ago...

I know you passed through my mind. I don't know what for, and I don't know why. But I was different then. Little did I know that the following day... it would be the first day my world would flip upside down. I didn't know that in two days, Danny would call us to say you were missing. I didn't know that by the end of the week, I would be calling friends to break the news. I didn't know that in the following week, I would be taking off of work to be close to our friends. I didn't know that I would be seeing people cry when your name was brought up, or your picture was looked at. I didn't know that in a week and a half, I would be dressed in a shirt and tie celebrating and mourning your life with close friends and strangers... looking at pictures of you as a kid. I didn't know that in less than a month, I would hear my best friend cry for the first time. I didn't know that in a year, I would be writing this. I didn't know that this could change me forever.

 

As far as I knew, I was certain I'd be talking to you soon.

 

 

 

I didn't know how much you influenced me until you were gone. I didn't know how many lessons I had learned about life, graffiti, and people in general until you were gone. I didn't know what it was like to truely lose something until you were gone. I didn't know how important friendships were until you were gone.

 

If it has ever crossed anybody's mind that your life was wasted by this, it is untrue. You had your purpose in life, and you ended it without realizing your purpose. For me, part of your purpose was to change the way I viewed my life. To change the way I viewed EVERYTHING. To give me memories that I will never forget. To cherish every minute with my friends. To keep good memories, and not hold grudges. As far as everyone else goes, I'm sure that in one way or another... they feel the same way.

 

The point of this letter is to say that 365 days ago, you entered my mind for some reason, and have not left since. I don't think of you as "HEIST". That wasn't your name, it was just a part of you. You were my friend. And I will always remember you as that.

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Re: 1980 HEIST 2005 rest in peace!!!

 

Wow! nice words jordan, very heartfelt and sincere. I woke up this

morning and knew that today was the day that one year had passed,

i didnt know exactly how to feel today, just kinda off in a way.

 

I think im gonna reflect for a minute here.

I was just starting off in the graff scene, and remember seeing resp and hes

all over town. Then one night at a local coffee house i ran into tom for

the first time and exchanged numbers to hook up

and paint, ( i think this was 99-00)

Me and my homies were the ones to introduce tom to a train spot

where i can probably say more than half his trains were painted.

( how i loved to go down there and see fresh burners every week)

He and his crew crushed this spot.

 

Then there was the time i had taken tom down to a wall spot close to my house, where

he swear he lost his keys, after an hour or so of looking for them with

a flashlight, we had come to find out that he had left them in

his box of flicks on my kitchen table.( i guess he had a tendency to lose his keys)

Then there was a couple years where i didnt talk to tom that often,

i would see him from time to time at the yard, or try giving him a call

to hook up and paint but due to me being recently married it was hard to find time.

 

Over the years to come i got to know tom a little better than just as a graff

writer, he would stop by just to hang out or what not, he would check out

flicks for hrs, seeing who had just received the freshest pack in the mail.

Or rock books at my dining room table or what not.

He got to know my wife and my dog( who loved to chew on his pants).

 

Two weeks or so before his passing Tom came by one day to say hello to

me and my wife. I remember it so clearly. He had shorty with him and

i asked him if he was headed to the yard,

he said no that he was just stopping by to say whats up. He talked of leaving town and how

he hated it here and wanted to travel and get away. We talked about

life and jobs, graff and beef and how he wanted to hook up and paint. Next thing i know

a couple of hrs had flown by and he said he had to get going.

That was the last time i talked to tom.

 

I will always remember the times we hung out,

painted or tried to breakdance(watch out for spizos wicked top rock!)

. But i will forever remember that last day,

where we just sat there on my porch and bullshitted for a minute about life,

about nothing. Nothing that has now turned into something, that something being

another memory of you to keep in my backpocket.

 

Rest In Peace my friend....

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