The end Date Tuesday, April 23, 2024 - 02:16 AM PST Topic Lemmings on Parade NOTE: What you are about to read is accurate, and it is real. No names have been changed... This is disturbing... you have been warned. Her name was Autumn. She was married to a man named Zach. Zach and Autumn owned an after hours club called “Nitro.” Nitro was a den of iniquity, plain and simple. Zach and Autumn owned a building in the county, making it easy to run a club. They didn't sell liquor so they could get away with being open later than all the bars. It was posted that the club was for people 18 and above, but they didn't card. Marijuana is illegal in missouri, but anyone who REALLY wants it can get it. Zach and Autumn turned a blind eye to pot smoke in the club. Having worked there I think there were two reasons for it. 1) The smokers were suave and subtle about it, and 2) they were intimidated by the clientelle. This atmosphere leads to a specific type of clientelle. Gangster, thug wannabes. Every other week, there was a gun drawn, the sheriff called, and the customers run off. These people were a nuisance... Some people have said that my opinion of the clients of Nitro makes me racist. After being threatened, hit by 3 cars, had rocks thrown at me and having a gun drawn on me – I say that my bias was intelligence, not racism. Most Caucasians will say “but I have black friends” - a phrase that raises my ire. Unlike most, I do have black friends. Unlike most, I have stepped between a racist fuckwit and one of my friends. Unlike most, I have been in a fight to defend someone's life from a racist dirtbag. In spite of this, the behavior of the people that frequented Nitro sickened me. Late in February, due to the atmosphere of Nitro, the Bureau of Alcohol, Tobacco and Firearms raided Nitro. A great deal of marijuana was confiscated, and a large number of underage drinkers were arrested. The Sheriff was there... the ATF was there... police, paddy wagons, the whole nine yards of law enforcement was at this relatively small building in the county. And by sunrise, Nitro was no more. Zach and Autumn had no business license. As long as I have known them, the only thing that really matters was the club. And now, it is gone. So is Autumn. The next day, her jeep pulled to a stop sign, and stayed there for a minute longer than it had to be. According to witnesses, there was a fire in the jeep. A man ran up and tried to help her. She pulled away, rolled up the windows, and locked the doors. The can of gasoline she had set fire to quickly engulfed the jeep, and herself. Eventually, the vehicle exploded. I find the human psyche an infinitely confusing maze of contradictory information. I didn't know that I even considered Autumn a friend until I heard of her death. Her death has made a void inside of me... and I hurt, badly from this incident. More than that, it has confused me and destroyed my mental and emotional equilibrium. My best friend said that my intrinsic understanding of the way the universe is supposed to work is why this threw my balance so far off. I sense a void in the world, and everyone I know is involved. At least one person on this site, all of the security people I used to work with there, and my friends on the Boone county fire department. It seems fitting that a violent death, even self afflicted, should cause a disturbance of immense proportions in the fabric of the universe – if only by the psychic havoc it reeks. It also seems fitting that the lack of completion of a life, when written down, should end as abruptly. This article comes from Shmeng http://www.shmeng.com/ The URL for this story is: http://www.shmeng.com/modules.php?op=modload&name=News&file=article&sid=750