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Ive known Brian for about 9 years. He used to live over here, we grilled many times, went hiking, chased women, and for some reason we played a ton of frisbee, I would estimate at least 100 hours if not many more. It was an amazing work out. We used to stand on either side of the road back in the city blocks among the houses and walk downtown for whatever reason and shoot it back and forth as we walked. He moved away and Ive seen him maybe a few times per year since then. I saw him at the ATM the day I was leaving for the badlands last year. Then he stopped by a few weeks ago. He called the next day and I didnt return his message. But I called on the fourth of July before the fireworks started to try to meet up. He didnt answer. He had died on the 3rd. He died of heat stroke in his house at the age of 42. Thats your life, thats you, thats your sad end, death, no more. Its going to happen to you too, yet you dont have a sense of urgency. Isnt staying alive something with some urgency in it? It was urgent that Brian stay alive, thats one great life we couldnt afford to lose and one that we will never get back.